Dear Big,

I can't believe it has been an entire year since you became mine. You truly had me fooled Big-Little Week with your false hints after a few weeks of secretly dirty bigging me. I remember sitting in my dorm room practically crying because I thought you had chosen a different Little. Most girls scream, "I love you" to their Big at reveal, but as I exclaimed "I hate you" (for tricking me, of course), I realized that we aren't your typical duo.

As I become a Big myself this week, I can't help but reflect on how you have impacted me this past year. I was expecting my future Big to be identical to me and act just like me before I even went through sorority recruitment. Little did I know that you would be the exact opposite of me, and I cannot be more thankful for that because Lord only knows what would happen to this world if there were two of me.

For some crazy reason you decided to take me, the weird-and-wild one, as your Little. I was intimidated by you at first and thought you hated me, low-key though. I thought Big and Little pairs immediately become BFFs and hang out 24/7, but you, however, taught me that a Big is more of a mentor than a bestie.

You always tell me what I need to hear, even when I don't want to hear it. Thank you for helping me realize that there is no sugarcoating in the real world, and that the ugly truth is better than a pretty lie. You have opened my eyes to so many realities, and I appreciate that you are always looking out for me, no matter what.

I am so excited to teach my Little right from wrong and have her look up to me as I do to you. I can't wait to tell her all of our crazy stories, and make even more memories with her in them. You showed me that it's possible to have a role model be your partner-in-crime, as well. While I may be overjoyed to be adding my very own Little to the family tree this week, remember that I am your Little and I always will be.

Xoxo,
Your Little