Legacy, born from the resonant English word that speaks of treasures bequeathed across time, unfurls like a silk kakejiku in a quiet tatami room—its syllables (LEH-guh-see) gliding forward with the soft assurance of ink on rice paper—while offering parents of any gender a name that promises both history and horizon. Though once a rare whisper on American birth registers, it has traced an elegant upward arc since the late 1990s, gathering nearly seven hundred newborn bearers at its recent crest, much like a koi slowly gaining brilliance as it swims toward the waterfall of wider recognition. The name’s meaning summons images of heirloom kimonos folded in cedar chests and ancestral stories murmured beside a stone garden lantern, suggesting that the child who carries it might live as a bridge between yesterday’s wisdom and tomorrow’s unfolding path. With its cool, lacquer-smooth presence and unisex grace, Legacy evokes the art of kintsugi—celebrating continuity through change—inviting each new bearer to gild the fractures of history with fresh gold and step quietly, yet confidently, into the scroll of the future.