Cameron
“Go Trinity!"
It's the last game of the year and the girls are hoping to get a trophy. If they can score one more run, this game will be called and they'll be the winners. Glancing over at Natalie, I grin. The two of us are standing at the dugout, dressed up as proud parents of the star player of the game. Natalie's got Trin's number on her cheek, her hair spray painted in the colors of the team, and a shirt that reads Trin's Mom on the back.
I'm not exactly sure when we made the transition from calling her Nat to Mom, but it's happened. Three weeks ago, she moved in with us and it's as if we've lived this way our whole lives.
“She's laying back, just like I told her to." Natalie's voice is full of excitement as she watches Trinity at the plate. “She's gonna do this."
Crossin
