La maestría de la gastronomía mexicana vernácula complementa el arte de la conversación en espacios donde la luz actúa como un elemento transformativo, cambiando la escala y el volumen del espacio, así como nuestra percepción de él.
One we had sex fairly early on, 5 years post-brek-up, it happened again. Neither situation was "forever" for reasons that had nothing to do with not knowing either one of them.
Our kids attend some of the same activities, and we’ve enjoyed chatting while they harass their various coaches. First base is hanging out while your kids are in activities together. I usually throw in a snort laugh right around here. If you answer that with any kind of trauma, I’m a-gonna pull it right back together for another mash up, breathe some words of encouragement into your ear, then pull back for some heavy eye contact. If this sounds appealing to you, click the “hug me” button on the right for some digital love.) Fourth base is hanging out without the kids.
You make encouraging comments about each others’ kids as they scream hysterically and hit each other with kick boards and pretend light sabers. (Upon reading this, my husband informed me, “Who are you kidding? You go for full frontal hugging on first base.” So I’m a hug-slut.
When you were dating your man, you ate dinners for which you didn’t pay and walked through doors that he opened for you. To my fourth-basers: I love you more than words can say. I’ll dust off my fancy jeans, we can eat Thai coconut soup and talk about not our kids. Fourth base for moms is so much better than dating fourth base.
When you show up at the park for the first time with your little ones spilling out of the van (along with a healthy amount of cups and dirty napkins, if you’re like me), scan the swingset for anyone you might recognize, and notice that all the other moms are already hanging out in pairs, you realize that your dating years have only just begun.