I agree: it's the little things.

A hand-written letter. Responding to emails (she has emailed/responded 118 times within a yr.), texts, calls...and she doesn't get paid for those. One time she called me back when taking her baby for a walk. She checks in on me when I'm struggling. She kept in contact with me the entire time I was in the crisis house. When I saw her after she forgot to call me after Christmas, instead of saying anything, she hugged me. When I disclosed my past, she chose to sit next to me the entire session. Her expressions. Fighting my insurance (I was only supposed to have 16 sessions with her...it's been a yr. now). Hugs. Communicating with my Pdoc. Lending me books. Calling the police on me . Worrying about me. Teaching me. Understanding me. Actually listening to me. Accepting me. Phone check-ins. So so many things. Yes some are big and some add up to big examples. But I appreciate all of it. The smiles, the whispering, the honesty, the reassurance.

She spoils me...

She made me make a list of all the different ways I know she cares about me...I got to 140 something. I could have kept going but I didn't want to use another piece of paper.