The luckiest man yet!
I grew up in love with boats. My wife did not even see the ocean until her twenties, and until recently she was afraid to swim in water over her head.She still says boating is my thing. But, she will take the helm if needed, she sets and raises the anchor, sets and furls the sails, cooks, tends the dock lines, sunbathes, waves to the other boats, cleans, stows lines, picks up the mooring pendant, fills the water tank, and fends off when I occasionally get too close to the dock. She even climbs the mast when we need to make repairs. With the autopilot, I can pretty much singlehand our Hunter 27. And usually that's the way she prefers it. But its nice to have that extra hand sometimes. She knows red-right-returning, but she doesn't care to learn to navigate so I don't push it. She isn't interested in learning VHF protocol but she enjoys attending boat shows with me. So I always wear a PFD underway.In our six years of sailing together she has picked up some very salty habits. For example, she can't resist coiling the tails of other peoples dock lines so no one trips. One spring I let slip what all this means to me. We were preparing Renegade for launching. The yard is full of boatowners getting their boats ready for the summer season at that time of year. As usual, she was sanding the bottom in preparation for painting. I went over and told her that I was the luckiest man around. I said everyone in the yard noticed her and was jealous of me. Covered in bottom paint dust from head to toe (don't worry she wears a protective suit, goggles, and dust mask)she joked "is it because I'm so beautiful or because I'm painting the bottom." I said look around, do you see any of their wives or girlfriends around? They're jealous just because you're here sharing this with me.