So for 9 yrs I've spent more time looking at T's bookshelves rather than make eye contact. Last session I was looking then asked T if she had moved any books? T got a big smile and said that she had put 4 books back and wondered as she did it would I notice. She added that she hadn't done it on purpose.
The thought that that part of me, my relating to her bookshelves so much is known by her felt warming. Like a mother knows all her children's different idiocys.
In the past she has remarked with how impressed she was that I knew exactly what order the books went in. I mean we talking a whole wall of bookshelves here lol