Dear Biggie,
I am almost sure you have no idea how much you actually mean to me because I simply don't say it enough. To put it briefly, you are one of the best women I know. Your passion for life and our organization is nothing less than amazing. I have been around to see your best days and your worst days; when everything came crashing down around you. I have watched you pick up your own pieces, my pieces, and I have seen you become the glue of our sometimes broken chapter. I love all of my sisters, but without you, my life wouldn't be the same.
As someone with biological sisters, I never thought joining a sorority would give me the same kind of love I feel from my family. You proved me wrong. You showed me that unconditional love exists outside my last name. I love my family, but they didn't get to pick me—they kind of have to love me. You don't. I can't tell you how wonderful a feeling it is knowing that someone you admire so much looked at you and said, "I want her to love me as much as I love her." You recognized my flaws, saw that I wasn't perfect, and still wanted me to be your little sister.
You are the person I call when nothing seems right, and you are the person that will never kick me when I'm already down. My happiness is your happiness, and my sorrows are your sorrows. You are there for my gloomiest days, and there when all I want is a hug and a Capri Sun. You take me church, you drive me to the mall, and you make sure I get to class (kind of) on-time. Basically, you're the coolest mom ever.
I have it made, No matter how much trouble I may cause, you defend me to the ends of the Earth. I feel safe around you, I feel loved around you, and I never feel alone when you're near. Thank you for letting me eat your food, thank you for reminding me that stupid boys are not worth my time, and thank you for telling me when I’ve had enough and it’s time to go home (oops).
As much as I love you, having a big like you can be hard sometimes. I hate admitting when I’m wrong, so having someone around who is almost always right really makes it hard to be stubborn. Sometimes you yell at me (only when I deserve it), and sometimes you try to sell me to the highest bidder (again, usually my fault). Taking your littles anywhere is like having two toddlers, so good job for dodging teenage pregnancy. Our relationship is far from perfect, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You complete my twin and I the way a glass of milk completes two warm chocolate chip cookies.
Thank you for doing all that you do, thank you for loving me, thank you for seeing my potential, and, most of all, thank you for picking me.
Love,
Your (favorite) little ;)
