About Disciples Building in Denver, CO

It all started in middle school, working as indentured servants for our father in the suburbs of Illinois. He’d left the corporate world to start his own remodeling business, and we got dragged along as the labor — cleaning job sites, painting, hanging and finishing drywall.

We worked our way up from there: framing and carpentry, doors and windows, decks, plumbing, electrical, a little HVAC, siding, and eventually tile and cabinetry. Somewhere along the way we became his go-to crew — not because we were his sons, but because we knew the whole process and could be trusted to get every step right.

We worked with him every summer through college, fully planning to earn our degrees and get out of the trade for good. By then we’d done just about everything inside the four walls of a home, but what we really wanted was to help people — which is what pulled us toward psychology and medicine.

Life had other plans. After Luke broke his jaw riding one of those Lime scooters, we ended up back on the tools together — this time without Dad looking over our shoulders. It was a revelation: we actually loved the work, and realized we could turn our lives a full 180.

So we did. No more grad school, PhDs, or medical residencies. The new plan was to settle somewhere we’d both love living and build the skills Dad never taught us — new construction, foundations, pop-tops, full remodels, additions, and everything that comes with them.

The next summer we planned a trip to Denver and somehow landed the same interview with the same builder. We worked our way up to running its projects as PMs. The last step was the obvious one: start our own company and do it our way.

And here we are — doing exactly what we were called to do, and loving every minute of it. Looking back, it all feels like it was meant to happen. God had a plan, we trusted the process, and we can’t wait for what’s next.