One of my favorite memories of spending time with Charlie happened this past summer in Grand Haven Michigan during the "Pirate Festival." In the middle of a dusty field, hundreds of grown adults donned pirate garb and staged cannon fights, stole treasure, spoke in hilarious Aussie/British accents, and entertained us for the afternoon. I remember Charlie watching the events unfold with a mix of joy, hilarity, and skepticism. Charlie and Lola ate potatoes on a stick, purchased over priced trinkets, laughed at the mermaids and had a wonderful day. Charlie went from booth to booth searching for the perfect treasure (and John obliged each time). This is just one of many moments where I was able to observe the wonder and exuberance that followed Charlie wherever he happened to go. It felt as if that day was created for him.