All week I've been packing to prepare to move this weekend. Now I freely admit that it is Friday and not even half of the house is packed up yet. It is sad but true. Now comes the ever- exciting time for me to run around like a chicken with my head cut off to make sure everything gets packed in time. Sigh. I have got to do better.
This is the result of always wanting things a certain way.
Everytime I go to the fish market, all of my childhood memories come pouring back to me. I have always gone there with my family on Saturday afternoons, Sundays after church, and early mornings before breakfast. The other day I went with father. I took a couple pictures to make new memories.
Then I went home and fried up some fish and shrimp for my husband and had a great time eating dinner with my new family . I am excited to make more memories at the fish shop in the years to come.
