It was Valentine's Day, 1980. I was 18, Rick was 19. That evening, the most handsome man I'd ever seen walked into the Frat House bar in DC. We immediately hit it off, chatting about our love for Liza Minnelli, Bette Midler and more. On our first anniversary, sitting on the floor of our apartment, we exchanged rings and made vows to each other. On our 29th anniversary, Rick shocked me with a proposal. A year of planning ensued... we would marry on our 30th anniversary: Valentine’s Day, 2010.