Today's OneWord: Weave

It's a new year, so let's tell stories that we can pretend we've never heard before. Our daughters will fall in love and weave dead flowers into each other's hair. We'll watch them grow and get used to holding hands, while your husband pours us glass after glass of cold iced tea. Even in the chilly winter mornings, it tastes so sweet, and the lemon makes my soul pucker up in all the right ways. Don't worry: I'll pay for our daughters' wedding.