Rooted in the Welsh diminutive of Margaret and tracing back to the Greek word for “pearl,” Megann carries the sheen of dawn glinting on a hidden cove. That extra N at the end feels like a playful abrazo, a little nod to individuality—like the one salsa move abuela only demonstrates when she’s feeling especially generous. Megann never stormed the mainstream; she peaked gently in the late eighties and early nineties with only a handful of sweet newborns each year—so today she reads like a secret handshake among dreamers who crave both tradition and a dash of spice. She drifts in on a warm Spanish breeze, whispering tales of family fiestas, ocean voyages, and the quiet confidence of a pearl emerging from the depths. Choosing Megann is like naming your daughter after a sunrise: timeless, bright, and full of untold stories.