March 4th, 1980
Good morning Honey. Isn't this an awful way to start an anniversary? I'm where I don't want to be and you're where (I hope) you wish I could be. And where I will be soon - the Lord and an airline willing.
Just think we were married 28 minutes ago. Yes, I know the calendar says years but what does it know? Time goes by faster when you are happy and I'm the happiest man in the world. I still think we should clone you. Then we'd leave the clone there and I'd bring you with me.
I've just figured out that if I keep loving and needing you more at the same rate of increase for the next 28 years, every day will be valentine's day and I won't be able to let you out of my sight for more than 5 minutes at a time.
I guess when I was young I thought marriage might be this way for a while: I never knew it could go on and on, getting better and better year after year.
By now you must have figured out that I'm hinting, I love you more than anything in the whole, wide world. I'm running for re-election as your own totally dedicated husband.
I love you
PS. I'm the fellow who sent the roses.
From: "I Love You, Ronnie: The Letters of Ronald Reagan to Nancy Reagan."
Rest in peace President and Mrs. Reagan.