Rozalia dances into the world like a sun-kissed rose at dawn. She blooms from the Latin word rosa, echoing an ancient Roman festival of Rosalia where garlands of roses draped colonnades in celebration. In Hungarian she whispers RO-zah-lee-uh, and in English she sings roh-ZAY-lee-uh. Her petals unfurl in Mediterranean gardens of imagination, each one promising beauty, grace and a giggly breeze tickling velvet leaves. Parents picture her laughter bursting like spring buds whenever she skips by. With a Latin heartbeat, Rozalia drapes every room in warmth and paints ordinary days in shades of coral and blush. In the United States, about a dozen little roses are registered each year, making her a rare and special bloom. Naming a daughter Rozalia is like wrapping her in a rose-scented promise of joy, storybook charm and endless blossoms.
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