a day in the life of a latvian mom

Today doesn’t feel like spring at all.
It’s cold, gray, no sun… brrr.

But maybe Easter isn’t always about bright light and warmth.
Sometimes it’s just about holding on quietly, waiting for things to shift.

As a Latvian, I couldn’t give up dyeing eggs the traditional way, using natural materials. But the kids had their own ideas — we boiled the eggs first and then they colored them with felt pens and food coloring.

So today — extra tea, warm socks, and slower moments. I still hope the Easter bunny will come.

Wishing you a cozy kind of Easter 🤍

Ilze