When I got home, Eric was on the couch, Heather in his lap, watching television. I gave him the "How did it go?" look, and he gave me a look back that I couldn't read. I said, "Well, how did it go?" Eric said (with a much more easy-going manner than I would have, if our situations had been reversed), "She's been just awful for the last hour. I've tried everything. I've walked with her, read her stories, put her in the swing, tried to feed her, everything. I've even tried to do all the things that she likes you to do with her, but she doesn't go for it. I think she just started really missing you, because she started getting completely annoyed every time she looked up and saw my face instead of yours."
Now, I know that he might just be saying that.
But, I have to admit, I love hearing it.
(Incidentally, Heather's been a perfect angel since I got home. Nice.)
(Oh--and did you notice the picture? It prominently features my two favorite gifts from Eric--my Heather (well, our Heather) and my engagement ring. How fun! How cheesy!)