Last year, I was a little wee freshman just trying to make my way through this confusing place we call college. Thankfully, I had my perfect big sis to guide me and support me along the way. During big/little week she spoiled me to the ends of the earth and back. Fast forward to sophomore year and I’ve transferred schools away from my big, but fully confident that I will be able to take care of myself. This past week, the time had come to take on my own little sister. I was excited; I was nervous. But most of all, I was just hoping to make her sublimely happy.

We met during the first few weeks of school at a party and I knew from that moment on that I wanted her as my little. One time, when I met her at her dorm she even hinted that she wanted me as her big (hint is a bit of an understatement). Just like I knew who I wanted my big sis to be, I knew who I wanted my little to be. However, I never would have been able to describe her before meeting the perfect one.

Originally, I thought I wanted a little who was at least a little less experienced than me, someone I could guide through their freshman year, but not someone who was going to be so wild I’d get phone calls at 2 a.m. on a Saturday to come pick up a wasted girl with my phone number on her hand.

Well, as it turns out, my little is from Europe and has been legally drinking for years, so the late night phone calls probably won’t be a concern for me. She also has worldly experience that disqualifies her from needing much guiding. So, basically, she’s nothing like what I originally thought I wanted. But, she’s perfect nonetheless.

During big/little week, I knew she had her suspicions it was me. To throw her off, I had a good friend of both of us lie to her and repeatedly assure her it wasn’t me. I sent her obnoxiously big and crafty gifts all week along with some clues. I did lie and tell her I have brown hair and I later (in another clue) told her that one of the previous clues was a lie. (Muahahahaha).

When she discovered that I was, in fact, her big at reveal, she almost cried. And, being a good big, I got it all on video. Also, I got her her dream present: a real fish named Big Poppi.

Then, along with the rest of our sorority, we took a trip to Disneyland, where I bought her matching ears like the ones my big bought me. That night, we pigged-out on the couch with junk food and fell asleep watching "Friends."

I know that not everyone has a great relationship with their little or their big. I am very lucky to have both. I hope that they’ll get to meet soon, because they are both such big and perfect parts of my world. Our adventure is just beginning, and I know we’ll have many more awesome stories to share along the way.

P.S. Little, I can’t wait for you to make me a g-big!