Milah is a tiny comet of a name, shooting from ancient Hebrew scrolls—where she means “word”—then looping through Slavic meadows, cousin to Mila’s “gracious,” and finally landing in Latin barrios that shout ¡fiesta! She tiptoed onto U.S. charts in 2001 with only five brave bearers, but now more than 140 baby girls each year join her lively conga line around rank 800. That final “h” is her confetti—small, bright, impossible to miss. Parents savor her brevity (as quick as a wink), her sweetness (like a sugar-dusted churro), and her strength (she even swashbuckled through Once Upon a Time). Milah feels like a warm Caribbean breeze whispering “mi amor,” all promise and sparkle, inviting every playground to dance. Choosing her is saying yes to sunshine, stories, and pure joy.