Slowly, a serene gray box with handmade redwood windows arose, prompting admiring glances from friends and strangers alike, and comments like: “Are you crazy, building this yourself?” — For a moment, her liquid brown eyes gazed lovingly up at mine; then breathing a short, contented sigh, she rolled onto her right side, head facing away from me. Sipping my raspberry leaf tea, I thought back to that day, several decades ago, at the age of 15, when I…