Beginnings and Endings

and More Beginnings

This weekend, we marked Nathanael’s one year soberversary.

For the first half of this last year, I didn’t dare to let myself think too far ahead, to imagine what this day would look like. To the completion of his tattoo, a Tree of Life sprawling across his left bicep that would eventually be fully detailed as the months accrued, its elegant roots a refl…