3 years ago, she was against me putting the stove in. I didn't exactly run roughshod over her on it, but I kept pushing forward with it and we had the stove installed by the time ourr second winter in the house hit. As time has progressed, she has learned more about using the stove and become comfortable with it. She sees the value in our boys stacking wood as a chore. She knows it saves us money. And it definately keeps the house and family room warmer than we would ever want to attempt with our natural gas furnace. This morning she was even brainstorming with me on the best place to build the woodshed. It was warmer today than they called for. Nearly 70 degrees. The latest forcast calls for a dip into the 20's tonight. When we got home from Grandma's house the Stove had burned down to almost nothing. I didn't start a fire right away because I didn't want to overwhelm the place with heat. After about half an hour my wife said "my feet are cold". I smiled and grabbed a couple pieces of fatwood. You have to be married for a while to understand "wifespeak". "My feet are cold" means "You are my wise hardworking god of fire. Protect me from the cold". I'm sure that's what it means.