I have chicken in my freezer I need to take out in a couple of days; my little and her little — my grand-little — are coming over for dinner. It’ll be the first meal I’ve cooked for guests in my new apartment, and I could not be more excited.

I’ve been meaning to write a column about my little for a little while now. As our family has recently expanded from two to three, I think now is the perfect time to reflect on one of the most important people in my life at school.

I was so excited to become a big two summers ago. I remember planning the elaborate dorm decoration surprises months before I had to.

I have complicated views on Greek life — I think it’s kind of hard not to. A lot of its aspects are incredibly antiquated and founded on the basis of exclusion, not inclusion. Moreover, Greek life’s synonymity with hazing is hard to ignore.

That said, there are aspects of my sorority life that I love. I don’t think that the two ideas are mutually exclusive, nor do I think Greek life’s damning history should undermine the myriad ways it can uplift campuses.

And it’s not just campuses, Greek life does a lot of good philanthropically, at least mine, Tri Delta does. Nationally, we have raised over $100 million for St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital since the beginning of our relationship in 1999.

I remain critical of Greek life, but ultimately, its impact on my life has been a net positive.

A bit over two years into my sorority tenure, one of the most cherished relationships I have ever formed has been with my little. I don’t have a younger sister: I never realized how much I was missing out.

It’s not just that our senses of humor are so similar, so much so that she makes me laugh every time we speak, or that she is talented and creative and shares similar interests as me academically. It isn’t even that we always have fun when we’re together, or that she constantly texts me saying she loves and looks up to me.

What makes our relationship so special is that I know that this is only the beginning of it, that I picked the most incredible little in the world, and I get to continue to relish that decision for the rest of my life.

My mom is still good friends with her little — I can’t imagine this would be where the apple falls far from the tree.

And now my little has a little! I can’t lie, there’s a part of me that’s a tad jealous that I have to share her. But I’m also thrilled for her to experience the same joy that I have. And, her little is quite lucky to have the most legendary big in the world.

Of course, I had to invite them both over for dinner. I can’t wait to get to know my g-little better. My little adores her, so I’m sure I will too. What a happy family we will be!

Sylvie Slotkin is a Medill junior. She can be contacted at [email protected]. If you would like to respond publicly to this op-ed, send a Letter to the Editor to [email protected]. The views expressed in this piece do not necessarily reflect the views of all staff members of The Daily Northwestern.