True Love

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.