We joke that our 3rd son “wanted to be a Wilson instead!” a couple of years ago in a moment of frustration within our own home’s walls. And for the amount of time that all of our boys spent together during the 7 years we were neighbors, they were brothers in the broadest sense. Played, fought, laughed and schemed together any chance they had. While our life path moved us from shouting distance to a short drive away, my boys’ hearts are still next door. Thank you Wilson’s, for rolling with us crazy [and loud] Preimesbergers. For understanding when “country living” gives little boys permission to do things that are generally frowned upon in town . . . and then giggling and offering an endearing grin as your guys followed suit. 🙂 We are blessed by your friendship [and stiff drinks]. Love watching your family grow . . .
