Anything her health will allow, she's younger than me, but I ain't a spring chicken...
She's helped load and unload monster tool boxes (got a finger nail crushed under a 56 inch chest, still helped the rest of the day, just wincing a little.
She did about one third my Epoxy floor, and helped in every way.
Today she and I cut branches from a TALL tree, with her working the come-along (tied to my 4x4 to keep the branch down and in control) then she used the Alligator lopper to cut the stuff up to bag-able size.
Takes all my shop pictures from closeups of ratchet innards to panoramic shop shots.
When we brought home the second lift, she helped me unload and reassemble it.
She's often my 'safety man' when I'm doing something dangerous, standing there with the fire extinguisher, or holding the ladder, or running tools while I'm under a car, on the roof, whatever.
I honestly couldn't be married to a woman who couldn't get me wire strippers and not bring pliers, dikes and not bring tin snips, or whatever.
Or the reason I've been married 39 years last Christmas day.