Three little girls and a white knotted rope

For six months I walked N, A and I to church a few blocks from their rented house. They were to hold the rope and stay in single file. Once I also walked their little visiting cousin. If there were fewer we could hold hands. Towards the end I was running to keep up with them and they enjoyed the pace to church. It's a lovely remembrance for me. I enjoyed it so much and I hear that they were easier to get up and ready Sunday mornings.