I might as well go with the pattern. We three often stick together. It's kind of our thing.

Well, I'm just a smart little girl who can run- if I try, I'm told I can run pretty fast; and I jump high too. I like to sing and often, too often, my blonde hair shines like Christina's new brake light though my lack of common sense. Gotta love it. I have two sisters that are everything in the world to me and each knows it. We are Watkas, all three of us. So I guess you could call this blogger a tribute to the wonderful Watka sisters.

My big sister, homecoming queen herself, is one of the two most wonderful people in the world. She is charming, beautiful, amiable, hilarious, and sporty. She never fails to put a song in my head, and it is always a good one too- never annoying. She humbles me when we sing a duet since she has the potential to blow every actress on Broadway out of the water once she hits the stage. I love my older sister more than anyone can say or understand. Our track teammates were so confused once they found out that we were sisters because we act like best friends. I wouldn't have it any other way. I look up to her social ability because her friends are wonderful and she is one of the people who just knows how to throw a party. She is the person I say good night to on the rare occasion that I go to bed before her, and good morning to after she has come from washing her hair. Work would not be the same without her and every so often I catch myself looking over at her register when we are both ringing just to see the way she smiles as customers- so genuine every time. Although we are alike in many ways, I can't help but remembering the time we went on a run together and I made her run almost three miles. A cross country runner can handle that with ease but once she realized how far we were going... hahaha. I did not hear the end of it for a few weeks. Sorry, I was just trying to help you out dear.

Now not to forget the little sister, the other best person in the world, the one we love most dearly of all. The little one is still little, no matter how hard she tries to grow up and act like us. Yet just because she is little, it doesn't mean that she doesn't know anything. I admire her for her strength of character, the way she hates having to live up to the reputation of a Watka but sucking it up and trying hard to anyway. I admire her wit that never ceases to make everyone laugh and her music that never ceases to make Mom mad- but I love it too darling. She has a way of coming into my room the night that I have a huge essay to write and all she has to do is look at me, or even walk in with an aura of uneasiness that is told by the way she plops herself down on my bed, settling down for a long haul, and the mutual understanding makes me put everything aside just for her- because sisters do that. I am her confidant; she tells me everything- at least I think she does- and I hope she knows she can. I can't count the number of times she has begun a converstaoin with "You can't tell anyone else this." I'll always be here for you baby. Even in a few years when I'm not here, you will have my telephone number and I'll get a cell phone just so that you can reach me whenever you need too. Just like it always was, it always will be Heath.

All of us, the three sisters, the girls who have friends all over the nation just because they've lived in almost every time zone, the girls who all answer when someone says "Watka." We are inseparable. We create and use words like "haaat" and "suckwad" and "That's unfortunate." We understand each other while brushing our teeth. We know what the other is thinking when someone says pick a number one through ten. We are each other's fashion sense when one comes into the bathroom in the morning, trying to figure out what shirt to wear. We are each other's hair stylists yet none of us think that we can do our own hair and always need a second opinion, maybe even a third because she's there. We play volleyball and sing at the top of our lungs to jazz songs. We quote from Monty Python and Austin Powers. We make each other laugh and when we get in a weird mood, watch out. We talk about boys and school and the future and the past. Heck, we're all going to Junior Prom! And I love it.

Even though we are going to be missing our older sister come the end of this year, we all have to grow up eventually. But we are going to stay like this. Some things will change, I know, but we're used to that; we've been doing it out whole lives. However this time we'll have to deal with it alone. We won't have each other to lean on and cry with and say how much life can kick you in the butt then eventually lift each other's spirits by reassuring that "Things will get better. They always do." We're not going to be right across the hall anymore, or right down the stairs. Boyfriends will turn into husband and who knows what else. Shit I'm crying. And through it all, for the rest of our lives, we'll have each other. Because we're Watkas. And it's kind of our thing.