SeaPlume

In retrospect, we should have checked the weather. In my father's defense, it had never snowed this early in North Carolina before. My sister's twelfth birthday was November 19. The party was two days later because we figured a Saturday would be better than trying to hold the celebration after school. The weather that week had been a bit chilly, by southern standards at least, but nothing to stop us from celebrating, even if the party was outdoors. Our family never threw big extravagant events, but everyone always had fun, and "fun" usually meant baseball, especially when Lizzie was involved. My dad grew up on baseball, a Braves fan through