Tope's 6th Birthday!

Tope turned 6 in June!

It was such a special day that we felt so blessed to share with our little boy.

Inevitebly, I felt the day was so special, that I felt like a mess the whole day because I wanted it to be absolutely perfect. This day needed to represent the five years of birthdays we had missed with him. He was our everything that day. Although I felt like a crazy anxious person, pretty sure he had an incredible day and was enjoying himself fully and thought everything was perfect.

And really it was perfect.

OUR son was turning six. A day of celebration, cake, presents, and Family! What could be better?

We are so incredibly blessed to have finally shared in one of Tope's special days, and I can't thank God enough for bringing him home.

Here is to many many more birthdays with our very special Tope! We love you so much! Can't wait to see what year six brings you!

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