Letter to my future son-in-law

“Ingrid Bergman, now there’s low maintenance.”

Dear Future Son-in-law,

Ever since Billy Crystal uttered those words in “When Harry Met Sally” guys have tried to fit women into one of those two (high maintenance/low maintenance) boxes. Initially, Harry leads you to believe that every guy should aim for a low-maintenance woman. Spoiler alert (for the six people who have never seen the movie): Harry does not end up with a low maintenance woman. Remember, he got the worst kind – high maintenance but thinks she’s low maintenance.

This is a picture of the monthly shipment of medical supplies for Audrey. This photo doesn’t include her medications. I’d have to use a wide-angle lens to include those in the shot.

I want you to know that Audrey will never be low maintenance. But it worked out great for Harry, and it will work out great for you. She will make you smile and laugh every day, and there is no bad mood that is a match for her giggles. Plus, there is no such thing as a bad day when you get to look at this sweet face. She’s high maintenance, but she’s so so worth it.

Your Future Father-in-law,

Andy

P.S. If you hurt her, I will break every bone in your body. Twice.