I want to do right by them.

The two little sisters that are sitting to my right and left, making random conversation and occasionally shrieking with me unnecessarily at something dumb one of us has chosen to say, those are them. Those two little goofballs mean the world and so, so much more to me. They are precious, they are petty, they are wonderful, they are infuriating. They are my siblings. They mean more to me than most things ever will.

I want to set a good example.

With every single thing that I do, I am setting an unconscious example for them of the way things are supposed to happen. When I choose to fight with one or the other of them over picking up a piece of trash that isn't mine (because oh yes, I am far pettier than they will ever be), the next time that situation turns up in their hands, they will fight each other tooth and nail instead of taking five seconds to do someone else a favor. Conversely, if I belt my lungs out in the car no matter how off key my voice might sound, I am taking the chance that they will see that and be unafraid to be loud and proud of their own wonderful voices, no matter who might be listening. I want to set the right examples. I know I don't always make the right choices, but for these kids, I'll fight my own bad habits with a psychological battering ram every single moment.

I'm so proud of my sisters.

These are some of the toughest, fiercest, most ridiculous kids I have ever known. I want to be just like them when I grow up. I want to be like Olivia. I want to latch onto imagination with a bold and willing heart. I want to see the best in people wherever I can. I want to see everything in the world with a childlike wonder long after I cease to be a child in year count. I want to be like Katie. I want to be tenacious in everything that I love. I want to never quit if I can see a goal to its end. I want to be fierce and bold in trying new things, taking on hobbies and mastering new skill sets simply because I can. I am so proud of my little sisters' ingenuity, their hearts, their kindness, their craziness, their everything. I'm proud to call them my family.

These girls love me like I don't deserve.

I am an idiot. Sometimes in a loveable way, other times just straight to the point. Mostly the latter, if not all of the time the latter. These girls tease me, call me out on my mistakes, and tell me the truth to my face. They take care of me, pick me up when I'm down, and are the first people in line to fight my enemies. They are my cheerleaders, my defenders, students of my absurd habits. They're, to me, the kind of priceless no one else can be. They are my sisters.

I want to love them in return.

I want to love my sisters. I want to fight for them. I want to defend them. I want to call them on their mistakes so they know that I am here for them no matter what. I want to be ridiculous with them for as long as I live. I want to scare their future boyfriends into oblivion because any future boyfriend better know how precious those girls are. I want to be there for them whenever they need me, no matter what. I want to be the best older sister I can possibly be. And I know I fall short, often, but...they're worth every lesson learned, every moment spent, every ounce of effort offered.

So here goes nothing. Girls, I'm going to do my best.