It was Friday night when it happened. Samuel had taken on the cooking, and I sat by the kitchen island watching him. A text message informed him that the week-long bidding process for the flat had finally come to an end – the flat was his. We were thrilled for him, perhaps even a bit more than he was himself…

Almost at the same time, a message from Fabbe appeared in the family WhatsApp group. A short and simple message, yet still so unexpected. He rarely writes unless he needs something or feels a small tug of homesickness. But this one was different. These words carried a piece of him I can’t remember him ever sharing before. A short message giving us not only the certainty that this college adventure has been the right choice for him, but also that he has noticed this experience has provided him with something bigger than he had foreseen.

In that moment, I felt that calm, steady joy – a gratitude so deep it felt like stillness. Both my boys were in good places in life. All I ever need.

Eudaimonia.
Not happiness in the bright or noisy sense, but the quieter kind.
The kind that lives in one breath, one heartbeat.
The kind found on an ordinary Friday – so easy to overlook unless you’re fully present.