He’d said he loved her with all of his heart. She’d laughed and told him that a lie was never a good way to start a marriage, that it was not possible to love someone with all of his heart, that there had to be room for the others. They’d argued. He remembered how incensed he’d felt. She clearly did not love him as much as he loved her, he’d said. She had sighed, and told him he was immature, and that one day he would understand. This had not helped but, because he loved her with all of his heart, they had settled into an uneasy truce. The truce lasted a year. Until the day tiny fingers clutched his and an unfocussed gaze turned at the sound of his voice. He looked from his daughter to his wife, his heart bursting with love. Then, finally, he understood.