I went through a phase of wondering how my T. did everything - what she cooks, what kind of mother she is, everything. I do think it's like a child wanting to mirror their mother. I still wonder but with less intensity. I do notice her clothes and shoes (from looking down) but I'm not sure why. I guess out of curiosity because she mostly wears black. It's almost like I want to take it all in.

I, too, enjoy the eye contact. I'm not sure I'll be able to describe it. I guess it's like a parent being attuned to their child. It's like she can see inside my soul. It feels awesome and, at the same time, scary. Sometimes I have to look away because it feels too intense.