As a construction worker, I’ve built countless homes, but it wasn’t until my daughter’s birth that I truly understood what makes a house a home. That day, my wife’s grandmother placed her medal in our newborn’s crib, continuing a tradition that spans five generations.
Now my daughter is eight, and that same medal has become her treasured companion. She wears it proudly to school, telling her friends about its history. Watching her grow with this family heirloom has deepened my own appreciation for the sacred spaces we create.
Last month, while renovating our kitchen, my daughter sat at the counter watching me work, playing with her own medal. She asked me what I thought about when building homes for other families. I told her that each nail I hammer and board I place is a prayer – hoping the house will shelter not just bodies but dreams, traditions, and faith. Like the medal she wears, a home is a vessel for stories passed down through generations.
Working with my hands has taught me that the strongest foundations aren’t just concrete and steel – they’re the invisible bonds of love, tradition, and faith that hold families together through life’s storms.
With gratitude from our home to yours,
Jim the Builder & Family
