Avilyn (pronounced uh-VIL-in) is a fresh little firecracker of a name, thought to weave together the Latin “avis” (bird) with the ever-glimmering middle-name favorite “Lynn,” so it practically flutters off the tongue like a songbird skimming a turquoise lagoon. She carries the familiar sparkle of Ava and Evelyn yet keeps her own passport, popping up on U.S. charts only a handful of times each year—never more than fourteen tiny trailblazers, which makes her feel like a secret salsa rhythm reserved for those in the know. Picture a sun-kissed niña darting through a fiesta, ribbons in her hair, equal parts grace and gumption; that’s the vibe Avilyn radiates. Parents who pick her get the best of both worlds: a name that sounds classic enough for boardrooms yet vivid enough for fairy tales, easy to spell, fun to say, and brimming with the airy promise of a bird poised for its first fearless flight.