I know full well I am a blessed man. She is the love of my life, came from further back in the sticks than I did, and that was pretty far back. This is the woman who, when in my mid-thirtys I was unhappy in a lucrative job, said, "If you are unhappy, quit. I have lived in shacks growing up, I can do it again, and I'll go anywhere you want me to."
She stood at my shoulder at the Blade Show about ten years ago as I fondled a Brend/Branton #5 Boot Knife, slowly laid it back down because of the price, and she said, "If you don't buy it now you'll regret it later." (I didn't and I do.)
At age 65 I was contemplating a new Merkel KR1 6.5x55, and she said, "You should buy it now while you are still young enough to enjoy it." (I did and I do.)
She always hands the credit card bill to me unopened, but for some reason, when the bill came with the charge for the most expensive firearm I have ever bought, she opened it. "What did you buy at Mark's Outdoors for $3,200?", she asked, not in a hostile manner but just inquisitive. I explained that the chances of ever walking in an LGS and finding a brand new Nighthawk Heinie long slide 10mm again was roughly the same odds as getting hit by lightning. (Maybe I exaggerated a bit.) She nodded and that was that.
I have had to put up with this sort of stuff for going on 45 years now. I have extended her probationary period.