Milam (pronounced MIL-uhm) unfurls like a spirited sonnet whispered among sunlit colonnades, a masculine name anchored in the Latin miles, “soldier,” yet laced with Celtic undercurrents that once murmured of devotion to St. Elmo’s guiding light; it conjures the honeyed breath of olive orchards at dusk and the art-cloaked piazzas of Milan, blending strength and tenderness in a single, captivating syllable. Though rare in American registries—each newest Milam a festive arrival—it carries the quiet assurance of a gentle warrior, one who might savor gelato over gauntlets, charting his path through life with compassionate valor and a smile that outshines even the Roman sunrise.