Dear Little,

Some days when I think about our relationship, I just have to laugh. We’re not your typical pair. We aren’t “the exact same person” in reality; we’re pretty opposite, you and me. I smile when my phone vibrates because I know a text from you is guaranteed to make me laugh. (And at times make me concerned.) Some nights, I feel more like your mother than your big sister, but I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything. (But if I have grey hair before I’m 30, I know who to blame.) I’m so grateful for everything you’ve brought into my life, all the fun, and the jokes that we laugh out for hours.

It sounds so cliché, but it feels weird knowing I’ve only known you for such a short amount of time. I wonder how I got through my day before without your weird mannerisms or mid-day phone calls. It’s always an adventure with you. Whether it’s a night out, or you trying to sneak me into the dinning hall, it seems like we're going to run into some kind of interesting experience. You definitely keep me young, kid.

I get just a little jealous because before we know it, you'll have a little of your own and it won't just be us anymore. But I hope she gives you as much as you've given me. And I hope she teaches you as much as you've taught me.

In all honesty, I don’t know how I got so lucky to call you mine. You’re the perfect addition to our fam. I’m thankful to my sorority for giving me not only a perfect little sister but soulmate too. I love you lots.

“Here’s to you, here’s to me, big and little we’ll always be.”