Finding a Builder

We may not have found our builder in the conventional way, but in more of a “it was meant to be” kind of way. But then again, that's always been the way Scott and I do things.

The first potential builder came to us through a woman we met who was selling jam at the local Farmer's Market. She was known as the jam lady, and her slogan was “Canning is my Jam.” Pretty clever, I must say, and her jam is the best!

Anyway, the jam lady and I got to talking, as Texans do, and she gave me the name and phone number of someone she knew named Steve who might be interested in building our home.

We met Steve one commonly, sunny day at the Mesquite St. playground across from our newly acquired lot, spread our house plans out on the picnic table, and got to talking, as Texans do. We ended up talking for three hours that day, and although it was a fun afternoon sharing stories about our lives, he ended up not becoming our builder. That said, a new friend named Steve was made that day at the Mesquite St. playground.

The next potential builder came to us as a name written on a piece of paper by the VP of Mortgage Lending at the bank while we were acquiring our construction loan. We had expressed to the lender that we would like to be involved in the building process, and ironically he had just heard about a contractor in the area who was very well-liked, skilled, and would be willing to work with us in a way that would allow us to do some of the tasks that are involved in building a home.

We met this builder, Boaz Bryant of Bryant Construction, at the Mesquite St. playground, just like we had met Steve. On another perfectly bright and sunny day, we spread our custom-designed plans out on the picnic table. We got to talking, as Texans do, and we immediately hoped that Boaz would be interested in building our home.

I believe Boaz is one of those people in life who come along at just the right time, ready to help, and we couldn't have been more excited and thankful to have met Boaz.

To begin looking for a builder, I would encourage you to ask around! “That's the way it's done in Texas” anyway.