Charlotte is a goddess. She makes the sun shine through the rain. She makes feet happy that they can dance. She makes love easy and familiar and kind and gentle and funny and wonderful. Happy Birthday, Charo, I wuv ru!
Charlotte with a squirrel.
ps. I will marry you in a Panama wedding on a lunar eclipse and Wilma Jane and a sloth will officiate and Nick and Andrew can carry Fats, Tut, Pants, and Marlowe to our beach hut, shut the door after they drop them off and walk away forever into the sunset never to be seen from by the likes of us again. I marry you, I marry you, I marry you!
