I've been watching my son with Haley.
I watch his face light up when he says her name: "my Haley."
I watch her back end wag like crazy for the same thing.
I listen as he calls her name while tapping on his leg.
I watch how he follows Sissy to get her food only because he isn't quite tall enough to retrieve it himself.
I slow him down when he wants to give her another cookie or another ice cube.
I watch as he jumps when he hears her "knocking" on the door to go out or come back in.
I listen as he asks if she can come out front with him because she wants fresh air too.
I watch him toss her the ball first thing in the morning instead of eating breakfast.
I watch him jump up in the middle of Mickey to run and give "my Haley" a kiss.
I comfort him when he thinks she is sad.
I hear him tell her it's "otay" when thunder rumbles.
I see him pet her when he thinks no one else is paying attention to her.
And I am proud.