October 13. Mark it on your calendars, friends. In addition to being a great day for a hooded sweatshirt and a pumpkin-spiced anything, it's also the day that Dom and I go in for our initial session with an adoption agency in New Jersey.
I know, in my adult, neo-cortex, sophisticated part of my brain that I am loved. But the reptilian, immature brat part of my brain does most of the thinking in my noggin. So this girl is petrified of not being liked.