Dear Journal, 

Today, I became a father.

Rachel had been having a lot of false alarms in the past week, so when I got the call, the news did not immediately sink in. We've had everything ready to go for weeks, of course, so I hung up with Jesse and called Blaine back from his traditional Saturday brunch date with Sam. 

Oh god. I don't even have words to describe how nervous and excited we were.

Labour took fairly long, as was to be expected with a first time delivery, but Rachel was a goddess (even if my hand and ears will never be the same again). 

She's just… She's perfect. The prettiest baby I've ever seen. Ten perfect little toes, and ten surprisingly strong little fingers, with two of the most gorgeous oval shaped eyes set in the most perfect little face. 

She already seems to have inherited Blaine's wild curls, and I can only hope she'll get his beautiful hazel eye colour as well. 

We've decided to name her Elizabeth Morgan Hummel-Anderson, or Ellie for short. 

Elliot likes to tease that we named her after him, which I will deny till the day I die, but it does make me love the goof even more when I see how excited he is to meet his favourite niece and 'namesake'. 

Thanks to the bet I lost with Blaine, he got to pick the middle name. I was worried he'd go for Leia or Lois, or something super geeky like Neytiri. Morgan is still a nerd reference, but at least it's a pretty one that I can live with. We certainly love her more than 3000.

Blaine is currently hogging Ellie, and they look so beautiful right now. He is softly singing her to sleep as they sway in the moonlight streaming through the nursery window. 

I can't remember ever feeling as happy as I do now. 

Best. Day. Ever.

~ Kurt