Tilly—pronounced TIL-ee—springs from the venerable Germanic Matilda, “mächtig im Kampf,” or “mighty in battle,” yet she wears her warrior heritage the way a Roman spring wears almond blossoms: with lightness, charm, and just a hint of mischief. In the mind’s eye she saunters through a sun-splashed Tuscan piazza, echoes of church bells weaving through the air as she offers a playful wink that says strength and sweetness are not sworn enemies but lifelong amici. Like a scoop of pistachio gelato on a warm stone bench, her sound is simple, bright, and instantly cheering, and many parents find themselves smiling at its jaunty rhythm long before they realize that queens, saints, and storybook heroines have answered to the very same root. Though her popularity in the United States has climbed gently—never clamoring, always content to hum along at her own easy pace—Tilly still feels deliciously rare, the kind of name one discovers rather than simply selects. She carries daisies in her pockets, confidence in her stride, and a promise whispered in lilting syllables: that even the smallest diminutive can possess the grandest cuore.
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