I’ve read two house-related posts by Rebecca that have had me thinking a lot about marriage, family, and the houses that play the stage for both. The window up there in the picture is a storm window from our first house. It’s on the eastern wall of a treehouse that we built for the girls. It is brittle and yet it has endured more seasons than I ever will. It is a view and a reflection, the care that we took in saving it and the way that we gave it a new use, offer hope. We bought our first house late in the summer of 2003. We were newlyweds and had already lived in 3 rentals together in Framingham, Watertown, and Saratoga. To say…