We’re eternal people

My wife and I attended the 80th anniversary celebration of the liberation of the Mauthausen concentration camp the other day. She’s 18 weeks pregnant and right there between the barracks/main square and the quarry, a death march for many, she felt our daughter move for the first time. She described it as a flutter or like butterflies in your stomach. It’s been instilled in me ever since I was little myself that children mean survival, but I think I’ve never felt the label ‘eternal people’ to be as true as I did in that moment. That’s it, that’s the post. We’re not going anywhere. 🥹