I wish....he wished

My brother and his family moved into a big, rambling house yesterday. It's perfect for their family---not over the top enormous, but large enough that each person has their own space, especially to pursue their hobbies (rooms dubbed to fit those activities: "art studio", "workshop", "exercise room"). It's great!

I wish Dad could know.

(The extent of his responses these days are limited to slight smiles, the kind that just soften the lines around his eyes--like when he saw my son come into the room yesterday.)

I often heard Dad say to my brother, "I wish you could get a bigger house, son." I couldn't help but think how Dad would have loved to sit out on the screened-in back porch with a cup of coffee. He would have been just as happy for them as I am, probably more so, if he only knew....
I guess I'll just have to sit out on the porch for him.