I hold her hand and wrack my brain for something to say. I’ve told her she’s beautiful, she’s sexy, she’s wise, and she’s brave. I’ve told her I love her, and I do. I’ve told her I’ll fight for her, and I have. After all that, what else is there to say? Then it occurs to me. I lean down and whisper in my wife’s ear, “Maksim would have loved you.” It’s the highest compliment I can give.
