The Sunflowers

Around 4:30 in the afternoon, Oxbear and Yali returned from the store. When I opened the truck door to release Yali from his carseat, he handed me five sunflower stocks – appropriate considering the celestial activity coming our way – and grinned.

“Oh, Yali! Thank you!”

“De nada,” he said sweetly. “I love you, Mama.”