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šŸ’ Christian wife & first-time mom
šŸ¤ Real family life in the U.S: emotional, messy & vulnerable
šŸŽ¶ Music lover
āœļø Jesus at the center
šŸ‘Øā€šŸ‘©ā€šŸ‘§ Encouraging families through real-life moments
ā¬‡ļø Weekly encouragement

09/14/2026

Our current challenges do not define who we are. I was reminded of that again today.

This may not look like much to others… but to us, it was the first time in a while we felt a sense of normal again.

For a moment, we weren’t thinking about doctor’s appointments, physical pain, or financial stress.
We were just… a family being "us", you know laughing, breathing, being present for each other.

And we’re learning not to let our current circumstances steal the joy that God still gives. I am not going to lie and say it's easy because to me, it truly is not. It is a daily exercise instead.

But you know today, I was reminded again that joy doesn’t mean everything is fixed; it just means God is still good, even in our struggles.

And today, we got to feel that.

šŸ‘‰ I hope and pray that whoever sees this post holds on to the moments that remind you who you are beyond what you’re going through too.

09/12/2026

No one really talks about this part of parenting…the quiet in-between moments.

A stroller walk after a nap…when they’re still a little sleepy, a little snack here and there…some on the seat, some on the floor, and you don’t even rush to pick them up.

It doesn’t look important.
It doesn’t feel productive.

But lately, this is our rhythm.

Because of his health, my husband can’t work out the way he used to so this, walking together, pushing the stroller, moving slowly as a family, has become our version of a workout.

Nothing intense. Nothing impressive. It's just showing up, together as a family of three.

And in moments like this, I’m reminded…this is where life is actually happening not necessarily in the big plans but right here.

Lord,
help me not to rush through these moments.
Teach me to be present… even on the tired days.
Because this right here… is the life I prayed for šŸ¤

If you’re a parent, you know…what’s a small moment lately that meant more than it looked?

You don’t realize how special the ā€œfirstsā€ are… until they become memories. 🄹One day… you look back and realize it was n...
09/07/2026

You don’t realize how special the ā€œfirstsā€ are… until they become memories. 🄹

One day… you look back and realize it was never about doing it perfectly.

It was just about being there.

Some things don’t feel real… until they touch your life. šŸŽ—ļøChildhood cancer was one of those for me.Years ago, a close f...
09/07/2026

Some things don’t feel real… until they touch your life. šŸŽ—ļø

Childhood cancer was one of those for me.

Years ago, a close friend’s nephew was diagnosed with osteosarcoma, a type of childhood cancer.

We saw him get better… go through treatment… and then get worse again. I honestly believed he would make it.

He was only 13 when he passed.

I only spoke to him once, during a family call over the holidays, but I remember how articulate, how kind, how mature he was. There was something about him that stayed with me.

He was incredibly courageous. I share this with deep respect and love for his family. As I write this, I’m reminded that September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month.

Childhood cancer is rare, but it’s still one of the leading causes of death by disease in children. And while progress has been made, there is still so much we don’t fully understand. Which is why research matters. Research is what turns hope into treatment…and treatment into more time, more memories, more life.

Now, as a mom, I look at my daughter Miahy and I realize this is a kind of pain I cannot even begin to imagine, having to watch your child fight like that, having to stay strong when your whole world is hurting…I don’t have words for it.

So today, I’m choosing to remember him and to hold space for every child and every family walking through this.

Lord, please protect these children.
Be close to their families.
Bring comfort where there is pain, and hope where it feels impossible. šŸ™

If you see this, take a moment to pray for them.

09/06/2026

Because both cultures matter ā¤ļø

When we’re not listening to our favorite Christian radio, we usually take turns playing the music we each grew up with šŸ‡²šŸ‡¬ šŸ‡²šŸ‡½ šŸŽ¶

It’s important to us that our daughter Miahy grows up knowing both of her cultures because we believe they are both part of who she is.

So sometimes it’s Malagasy music; and sometimes it’s Latino classics. And sometimes, it’s just the songs we both love and share together.

This video is actually an old one, but it’s still one of my favorite moments 🄹

(And yes… we were also trying to keep her awake for a doctor’s appointment šŸ˜„)

Do you recognize these songs? If not, you're seriously missing out. These singers are true legends. Shyn, we are thankful for your talent.

ā€œOne of the hidden joys of loving someone from another cultureā€¦ā€ā€¦is discovering foods you never grew up with and somehow...
09/02/2026

ā€œOne of the hidden joys of loving someone from another cultureā€¦ā€

…is discovering foods you never grew up with and somehow can’t live without later.

This right here is called vary amin’anana šŸ‡²šŸ‡¬ (a Malagasy dish).
It’s simple, but it carries so much: rice cooked until soft like a warm porridge, mixed with leafy greens, garlic, onions, and for me, lots of ginger.

At home, we often serve it with a traditional Malagasy meat dish called kitoza made from long strips of zebu or pork that are salted, sun-dried or smoked, then grilled or fried. It’s comfort food for me. The kind you eat when you’re tired, when you’re sick, or when you just need something that feels like home.

The funny part? This was one of the first Malagasy dishes I introduced to my Latino spouse, and it quickly became one of his favorites. He loved it so much, it stopped being ā€œjust breakfast.ā€
At some point, it turned into lunch requests too šŸ˜„ Not once, but on repeat. That’s how much he loved it.

Well, that’s the thing about multicultural relationships…
You don’t just learn each other’s stories; you taste them.
You start with curiosity and end up building a whole new ā€œnormalā€ together. Not one culture replacing the other, but both finding space at the same table.

We’re starting a series: ā€œMulticultural Love, Real Lifeā€ sharing our little moments and real stories as a multicultural family… the things people don’t always talk about.

If you’re in a multicultural relationship (or curious about it), what’s one food, habit, or tradition that unexpectedly became part of your life?

Before you scroll…What if the parts of your story you try to hide are the very ones God will use the most?Dear little Ts...
08/31/2026

Before you scroll…
What if the parts of your story you try to hide are the very ones God will use the most?

Dear little Tsanta Gaƫlle Ramamonjisoa Aguilar,

I wish I could tell you what’s ahead gently.

You’re going to lose someone you love too early: your mother.
And it will shape you in ways you won’t understand for a long time.

You’re going to be bullied in school.
They will make you feel small… like you’re not smart, not enough.
And for a while, you will believe them.

There will be moments when something wrong happens and you won’t feel free to speak about it.
So you’ll carry it inside, quietly.

And people will think you’re okay…because you’ve learned how to look ā€œfine.ā€

But even there, God sees you not always in ways you expect but faithfully.

Because what you don’t see yet is this:

The girl who felt ā€œnot enoughā€ will one day help others see their worth.

The girl who stayed quiet will learn how to speak with wisdom.

The one who carried pain will become a safe place for others.

God doesn’t waste stories like yours. He rebuilds them.

And love?

You will meet a man who loves you in a way that feels steady and real.
A love that reflects God: patient, present, and committed.

And one day, you will hold a little girl, whose name will be Miahy, and people will smile and say, ā€œshe looks just like you.ā€

But what will matter most is not how much she looks like you…
it’s how deeply she knows her worth.

You will speak life over her in simple, everyday moments.
When she doubts herself, you will remind her who she is.
When she feels small, you will lift her up with your words.
When the world tries to label her, you will teach her not to carry names that God never gave her.

You will teach her early what took you years to understand:
That she is seen, even when no one notices.
That she is chosen, not by people’s opinions, but by God Himself.
That she is deeply loved not because of what she does, but because of who she is to Him.
You will tell her again and again, until it becomes part of her.

And if you’re reading this and you feel the same...

God sees you too and He’s not done with you.

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