Herself very obviously missed your gist here. She read your post and immediately announced that it would be great if I did more. Could you please clarify or amplify or something so that other readers' others don't get ideas?
Oh, sure. It's like this: She realized that she'd rather live in marital bliss than rely on my non-existent handiness (or, anyway, not very existent — the fence is pretty nice, though I never got around to building a gate). So she doesn't expect me to do anything that I'm not intended by nature to do.
I mean, I wax skis. I edit texts and help write letters of recommendation (she struggles with it; I fall off logs). I shop, cook, do dishes and laundry. I work at a job. I do the father bit. I function as a relatively inexpensive in-house therapist and confidant. But I do not do building projects (much — only when the spirit moves, and it only moves when I can clearly envision the job and the conclusion).
Because she doesn't expect Mr. Handy Husband, she gets what she expects, and is pleased with what she does have. Goes both ways, of course. I don't expect what she isn't, and that makes all her wonderful qualities (which are multitudinous) shine, shine, shine.
