Depending on what time you read this today, it could just be the very moment 17 years ago when I traded in my surname of Marinucci for my current (and forever, btw) moniker of Kimerer.
Yep, my Kerry and I are celebrating our anniversary today - a decade, plus one seven-year itch, I suppose.
And, as I look back on our 18 years together (we dated a bit before marrying, natch), I can't help but think of how quickly the time is progressing.
Oh, sure, there are days that seem like months, but that is true of every marriage. On the flip side, some weeks seem like minutes.
It all started so ... well, unlikely, really. When we first met back in, gosh, 1988 or so, we truly disliked one another. Seriously!
He was a recent YSU communications grad assisting professors and I was a coms undergrad. We'd see each other on campus because we were involved in many of the same classes.
Kerry came to school daily in a suit and tie, which I thought seemed pretentious since I myself attended in (then-vogue) ripped jeans and oversized, humongously-shoulder-padded flannel-typed grunge-ish shirts ... which he thought was tasteless. I found him to be a bit cocky but cute and he thought me rather immature, though not altogether unappealing, I guess. We were both right - and wrong. Either way, we noticed one another but were both largely and equally unimpressed with the other.
Fast forward to the early 1990s when we found ourselves working at the same local TV station, he in production and I in programming. We got to know one another and learned we actually liked each other. We became pals and eventually started dating.
Nearly 20 years later, what we have become is something more treasured than political TV advertising time itself - we are best friends.
But that doesn't mean we don't have those fleeting moments when we flash back to our original opinions of one another. I mean, this marriage business isn't always a walk in the park. Let's face it, men and women tend to think differently about a great many things - not the least of which include parenting techniques and budget strategies - or the "deal-breakers," as they are known in certain circles.
It's like my old buddy and Kinsman native Fred Callahan always used to tell me, "Kid, marriage is like marathon. Some miles are quick and easy; others are so hilly and rough, you have to crawl just to keep moving forward. But no matter what, just keep moving forward."
And that's what we've done.
From our one-year anniversary when we enjoyed watching "Phantom of the Opera" live in Toronto, to our five-year mark when we had a new baby boy for whom to be eternally thankful, to our 15th when I got diamond anniversary bands and he got the television he'd been coveting - and through everything in between and since - we've kept moving forward.
The "easy miles" have included laughing and playing with our little one and watching him morph into a young man; tackling fun home and work projects together; embarking on the wild world of camping; and hosting family and friends on very special occasions - or Wednesday nights.
The "crawling" has happened during arguments, accidents, illnesses, insecurities and uncertainty about jobs blah, blah, blah and hmpf galore.
But you know what's kept us chugging along our path? Our faith.
Faith in the Lord, faith in our family and true friends - faith in one another. And I'm here to tell you that when we are sitting together at Mass each Sunday and I think of all with which we've been blessed in our 17 years, I'm so grateful and hopeful that I can't wait for the next 17 times 17.
Happy anniversary, Ker!
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist and proud wife and mom. Contact her with your great anniversary stories at firstname.lastname@example.org.