The Sonia Show

Writer. Podcaster. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Five years ago


Yeah, it’s been five years since I met my mighty, mighty good man David.

I had no idea when I walked into Broken Record to meet a guy that my friend set me up with that I was walking into my last first date. I had no idea that seven months later we would be living together. I had no idea that nine months later he would hold my hand while a doctor explained to us what kind of breast cancer I had. I had no idea that 10 months later he would kiss me on the forehead and say, “Have fun storming the castle” as the doctors wheeled me into my mastectomy. I had no idea that 11 months later we would be engaged. I had no idea that 18 months later we would get hitched. I had no idea that 25 months later he would knock me up. And I certainly had no idea that 34 months later we would have a spawn.

And now, 60 months later, my life is so much better than it was. Thank you, David, for agreeing to be set up and going on that date.





Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch movies, go to baseball games, kick breast cancer's ass, explore with my awesome autistic son, Calvin, say assy things, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

3 thoughts on “Five years ago

  1. Your blog is fabulous, your family is gorgeous and you have the most beautiful little boy in the world. I am so happy for you. Sonia from Maine.

  2. Pingback: The week in review: iPhones, football and luggage | The Sonia Show

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