a day in the life of a latvian mom

Thirteen years since I first pressed “publish” with WordPress. I blogged before.

Back then, I didn’t know this space would grow with me. It has seen everything — my early creativity, the busy years with little kids, the experiments, the pauses, the returns. It has quietly held my thoughts through different seasons of life.

Somewhere along these 13 years, my blog has worn different names — each one fitting a version of me at the time. I remember choosing them carefully, believing this one would be the one that lasts.

Some years I wrote more, some less. Sometimes I felt inspired, sometimes I questioned why I even keep a blog. But I always come back. Because this space feels like mine — a place where small moments matter.

And to those who have been here — quietly reading, commenting, or just passing by — thank you. Thank you for supporting me, for being here, for showing up in your own way. It matters more than you might think.

And I know my blog isn’t just sunshine and rainbows. It never has been. It holds the messy parts too and maybe that’s why it still feels real.

Ilze