True love. .

If you think you know what true love is, this story may inspire you to think again.

This post serves as both at story, and a confession. My sisters love for me was recently tested, and I am proud to say, proved true. . .
It was a typical girl's afternoon out of the town. My ensemble was complete. Spray tan. . . check. Pedi. . . check. Hair fashionably styled with luscious locks (that regretfully do not belong entirely to me). . . check.

After one quick stop for lunch our day would be complete. I was standing in line waiting to order when I heard a squeal, followed by the whispering of my name in a frantic tone. I quickly turned around and discovered a terrified expression on Lindsey's face. Scanning the room for disaster I was increasingly confused, as there did not seem to be any ex-boyfriends or deadly weapons in the vicinity. Dumbfounded by what could possibly merit such a reaction I turned to my sister for an explanation. Lindsey only managed to motion towards her feet and with the lift of her big toe, the shocking discovery was made.

Apparently with the last flip of my hair, a large lock had become loosened and fallen to the ground. Without my knowledge or any hesitation, Lindsey had gracefully leapt onto the glossy curl and used both feet to mask my potentially horrifying moment. Her curled toes clearly revealed her commitment to keep my secret safe and for that, I will be eternally touched.

They say there is no greater love than what a mother has for her child. I would like to propose that there is not greater love nor understanding than that shared by sisters. (Especially sisters who share your same dirty little secret).

How far would your loved ones go to keep your secrets safe? -Theresa