Sharlotte arrives like the first flush of dawn over a sunlit plaza, a spirited twist on the timeless Charlotte that whispers of “free woman” and “noble heart.” Drawing her roots from the old French diminutive of Charles (itself born of the Germanic Karl), she carries a Latin warmth—imagine her sashaying through cobblestone streets, her name echoing off whitewashed walls and drifting through the aroma of fresh churros. Though she’s currently a rare gem in the United States—hovering around thirty-odd newborns a year and ranking just inside the top 1,000—Sharlotte’s gentle insistence hints at a bold future. That extra “s” in her spelling is like a playful wink, a little flourish that adds sass without losing grace. In every syllable, she tells a story of strength wrapped in tenderness, ready to bloom in any corner of the world.
| Sharlotte Neely - |