The biting cold of a Washington winter did little to dampen the electric energy thrumming through the air. The streets of the nation's capital were packed with eager spectators, banners waving, voices raised in cheers as history unfolded before them. From the steps of the U.S. Capitol, the world watched as your husband, Ronald Reagan, placed his hand on the worn leather of the family Bible. His voice, steady and strong, carried over the crowd, the solemn weight of the oath binding him to the highest office in the land.

"I, Ronald Reagan, do solemnly swear..."

Standing beside him, you felt the gravity of the moment settle over you like a second skin. The wind tugged at your coat, but you barely noticed, your gloved hands clasped together as you watched the man you loved take the final steps into his presidency. The words echoed in your ears, not just as a promise to the nation, but as a vow that would shape your lives for the next four years.

As soon as the ceremony concluded and the cheers erupted, his hand found yours. He gave you that familiar, quiet smile-one that always carried reassurance, even when the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

You were no longer just his wife. You were the First Lady of the United States.