Dear Little Sister,

I love the way you yell and snark at your favorite characters when they're being annoying.

I love how you can always sense when I'm in one of my moods, and you try to cheer me up.

I love playing Minecraft with you.

I love how you still have some of the stuffed animals I randomly gave you.

I love making you smile.

I love the fact that you're more confident than I am, and I can try to emulate that.

I love laying my head on your stomach and poking you.

I love the random memories I have of when we were younger, like the time you pulled a cat's tail at my fifth birthday.

I love the little things you do that show how mushy actually are.

I love how you roll your eyes and smile when I intentionally do something stupid in front of your friends.

I love how strong you are, physically and emotionally.

I love walking with you to the same bus, for the first time since elementary school.

I love watching you walk through the doors of your first ever high school.

I love your inability to tolerate malicious individuals.

I love giving you advice, from experienced senior to clueless freshman.

But mostly?

I love the weird feeling I get the weird feeling in my chest when I remember the fact that you're in high school, and you're actually growing up.

I love you for you, little sister, and even though this is the last school year I'll be spending with you in the house, I hope you remember that.

Love,

Your big sister