Benji knelt beside the edge of the bed with his shirtsleeves rolled up past his elbows.

I came out the back door holding the yellow sunflower seed packet I’d kept on the top shelf of the pantry since November.

The paper was a little worn around the edges, but the picture of the tall yellow bloom on the front was still bright.

“Are these the super tall ones, Grandma?” Benji asked.

He took the packet from my fingers, holding it carefully by the top seam.

“They’ll grow taller than your daddy’s head,” I told him.