Cozy, pronounced KOH-zee, emerges like a soft shawl of comfort drawn gently around a newborn’s first sigh, its origin nestled in the simple English word for warmth and refuge yet blooming with the poetic promise of intimacy. As a unisex name embraced by dreamers of every hue, it carries an undercurrent of quiet strength—an invitation to slip, as if in nonna’s oversized slippers, into a world where laughter bubbles beside the hearth and whispered lullabies drift through olive groves at dusk. In its syllables you can almost taste the sweetness of candied lemons, hear the murmured “buona notte” echoing off stucco walls, feel the golden Tuscan light pooling on terracotta floors. Though it remains rare—only a handful of little Cozies arriving each year in the wider tapestry of names—its very rarity feels like a secret garden, promising sanctuary, joy, and a lifetime of snug, sunlit moments.
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