Richmond Heights, that is... which is  our neighborhood. 

I feel that today's post may be about nothing at all. or then again. maybe not. 

Today has been a good  type of day to enjoy. 

The type of day that warrants iced tea with lemon on the front porch. although I'm currently not sipping any. 

The type of day that clinks the bamboo windchimes from Amanda

The type of day where the loudest sounds are birds chipping back and forth

and the occasional distant lawn mower

The type that makes your skin feel like melted butter on the places where the sun splashes

But the breeze still raises little goosebumps on your arms.

The type that smells a little bit like coconut sunscreen from my shoulders

And whiffs of the dried hairspray on my mop. 

It's the type of day whose morning was spent with a steamy cup of coffee nestled against my chest

Leaning against the brick of our porch ledge

Watching the world wake up & come to life

The type of morning where not enough time was spent enjoying my husband 

For which I will remind myself to take double time to appreciate him this evening. 

Hence the smell of dried hairspray. 

And layer of rarely-used mascara. more accurately named 'lash-mud.' 

And the type that now eagerly anticipates 5:30ish when said husband will be pulling up to the curb 

The type that makes me smile that my tummy still flips at that thought.

It's the type of day that I am tempted to fill with 'stuff.' 

Meaningless stuff. 

Busy stuff.

Unpleasant stuff.

Dutiful stuff. 

Unnecessary stuff. 

Stuff that can really can wait for tomorrow 

Stuff that is difficult to kick out of my mind

Stuff that tries to make me feel guilty. 

Stuff that almost makes me miss out on days like today