One of the most deeply touching things my therapist ever did was in the wake of a horrid rupture on the day before Thanksgiving. We ended a session late Wednesday on a terribly discordant note. On Friday morning, she told me she'd been thinking about what happened on Thanksgiving and that day she had created a new plan to meet my needs.

I was surprised by her devotion, that she would spare time on the holiday for me, to help me.

She has mentioned in passing other times as well that she was thinking of me. It helps me know our relationship exists consistently, not just during session but other times too.