Dear Big,
Where do I even begin?
It’s crazy to think that as you are reading this letter, you
are sitting in a different time zone and there’s a great, big ocean in
between us. I can honestly say that I took all that time for granted, when you were right down the road from me. I’ve learned the hard way the true meaning of
the old saying, “you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone." Now, I miss you terribly.
Morgan, I have looked up to you since the day we met and am
so lucky to be able to call you my Big. I could not be more proud of you for
going after a dream and living out an adventure that most people our age could only
dream of.
I’m sorry I was such a nightmare to craft with, but I’m also
sorry we didn’t craft together more. I’m sorry that the guy who did piercings
wasn’t working the night of initiation, when we rolled up in a tattoo parlor, five
girls deep, wearing formal dresses and pearls so you and Amanda could get your
noses pierced. I’m even more sorry because I didn’t get to post pictures of it,
which I’m sure would have gotten tons of likes.
I’m also sorry about Formals 2013. I know you know what I mean, and I will
take most of the responsibility for that. I’m sorry for never wanting to
have sleepovers, and that we’ll have to wait a year for you to come home
so we can finally go downtown together, but know that when you do get back, Ebony and Ivory will come out in full force for an epic trip downtown, and everybody else better watch out.
My hopes for you are that you learn a lot this year and fall in
love, whether it's with your beautiful new surroundings, your job, maybe a boy but, especially, with yourself because you are truly amazing and I don’t think
you have even come close to knowing how great a person you are.
A girl usually only gets one Big in her lifetime, so for that reason, you will always hold a very special place in my heart. While I hope you have the time of your life this year in Spain, I hope you'll always remember where home is, and that as long as I’m in Blacksburg, you’ll always
have a place here to stay.
I owe you a sleepover.
Love,
Your Little
