My hand is on the door, waiting to close it behind me as I’ve done without thought so many time before…walking the kids to school, biking to the park, heading out for dinner. But this time I won’t return. I hesitate, looking back into the empty rooms, our first home, so full of life and love… now just memories reflected on bare walls. Kids giggling on the sofa, little round faces open and joyful; pillow forts under the chairs; friends gathered in the kitchen, laughing, cooking; babies born. Our home resonating with our life and love, resonating ‘heart, home and health’. A cherished life, cherished memories. I feel the weight of passing time. I close the door. And now a new home, full of possibilities…walls to tear down and warms spaces to create…a new home for new memories, a new home resonating ‘heart, home and health’ . heart, home, health is the life-blood of our dwellings, expressing the essence of who we are and what we care about, keeping...