My father was a building contractor and home builder when I was growing up in Plainview, Texas. I used to tag along with him to jobs whenever he would let me. The smell of sawdust still brings back wonderful memories of the smell of a new house going up, and the way Dad smelled when he came home every night. Watching Dad put his heart and soul into building homes for people, I realized that a home is where the heart is, because it’s where loved o...