Dear Future Big,
Hello, hey, what's up? How are you doing? As you are my *future* Big, that means I selected you and you selected me. We wanted each other! That's so awesome! Do you know how awesome that is? Really freaking awesome. To be honest, I feel like I probably wanted you a LOT longer than you wanted me, and I've been anticipating this day since I began considering Greek life. You're in for some crazy times, let me tell you. Having me as a Little is going to be non-stop weirdness, eating, and most importantly, laughs and love.
The day I stand in front of you and see you drop the sheet is a day that I've been waiting for for what seems life forever. When I finally see your face, I'm probably going to cry- so get ready. Actually, if you're my Big, you've probably already seen me cry on a few occasions and will continue to see me cry for a very long time- so thank you in advance.
I hope you're okay with being the Big whose shoulder I can always cry on at 2:00 in the morning or 4:45 in the afternoon. I hope you're okay with weekly dinner nights to get Mexican food or midnight McDonald's trips because I love you and chicken nuggets equally. I hope you don't mind me sending really weird text messages at 1:58 in the morning when I can't sleep and I hope you don't sit there and say "what did I get myself into," because I can answer that for you right now: trouble.
Yeah, I can be annoying. I'll probably pester you into being my food buddy or annoy you with random Snapchats 24/7. I'l probably nag you for those cute Big/Little pictures you see all over Pinterest. I'll probably rant to you about the stupidity of boys and how much I hate them (at times). I'll probably want a lot of cute matching shirts, but if you can't afford those, that's okay. I understand. We can just have matching boxes of McNuggets; however, while I'm annoying as heck at times, I'll love you more than probably even your future husband will. For instance, he may rub your back when it's "that time of the month," but I'll be right on your doorstep with ice-cream and a heating pad crying in pain with you. Don't worry. I'll be the real MVP.
Anyways, I love you already. Whether I've known you for a long time or I've only met you a few times, I know you're going to be my best friend, and I certainly hope to God that I'll be yours. You're going to be there for all of my huge college achievements, cute Instagram posts, and even my wedding. Bottom line, I can't wait to do life with you.
Love,
Your Future Little