There had been rumors brewing for months now about the nation’s most pressing mystery (Robert Durst may as well be Fred Durst compared to this question): WHAT IS THE NAME OF BLAKE LIVELY’S DAUGHTER? There was a brief period of time where we all thought Violet was the name of the chosen one (the “chosen one” being, of course, Ryan Reynolds and Lively’s daughter, born in December, who no doubt already wears a flower crown and drinks her formula from a mason jar). How silly and daft we all once were! Violet!? Such a simple name? The name your 12-year-old niece’s best friend might have? Would Blake really allow for a moniker that pedestrian?!

As it turned out: the answer to that last question was, reassuringly, no. In early February, reports surfaced that the name was James. This seemed more likely: an old-school name but—in a glamorous twist—one generally given to males. We must admit some initial disappointment—we were hoping for a full-on Preserve-y out-there choice: Charleston or Clancy or, like, Worcestershire or Burgundy. While James isn’t exactly a down-the-middle choice, it also isn’t stop-you-in-your-tracks staggering. (And “James Reynolds” sounds like a 60-year-old recurring actor on a legal procedural.)

But we will have to come to terms and find peace with this name, because it has now been confirmed. Reynolds, who has gone to great lengths to avoid revealing the name over his recent series of press appearances, finally did so today, on the Today show: “It’s Butternut Summer Squash,” he joked, continuing, “It’s James. Everyone knows.” He added, explaining why he has been reticent to say her name: “I didn’t want to be the first guy screaming it out to the media. Because as we know, little girls turn into teenage girls and little teenage girls sometimes scan through the archives and go, ‘Why did you do that?’” (Apparently he believes Green Lantern will not bother her at all.)

So, while we wait for the moodily-lit Preserve spread featuring James in a flower-print onesie and a fedora, let us revel in this news: James! James! Shout it from the rooftops! Raise a mint julep to the sky! Dance in pie batter! Buy advance tickets to The Age of Adaline (only 35 days away)! This is a day for celebration.

[via Vanity Fair]