Chloe has been asking me to walk home with her after church for a very long time. We usually drive. We always drive. Besides that, I haven't been able to walk with Chloe because of ward counsel after regular worship meetings. Sunday was a "5th Sunday" (no ward counsel) and a beautiful sunny day: finally Chloe got the walk she's been waiting for./
As we started walking, Chloe told me she felt like she was Anne (of Green Gables) and I was Diana walking home together. Then she decided the friendship thing was too much of a stretch and maybe she was Diana and I was Mrs. Barry./
Mrs. Barry who wore comfortable flats to church to manage the 1K walk home afterwards./
Personally, I coudl have gone for more hand-holding, but I only got Chloe's hand on one street crossing.
It didn't take long before Chloe got hot. It was 33C (91F) and her hair was sticking to her neck. She started walking from shady patch to shady patch cast by the baby trees that line the street home./
Then her feet started to hurt; Sunday shoes don't make great walking shoes. I didn't carry Chloe for long, though. The body heat was too much for me.
Close to home there is a little rotunda with stone benches and Chloe hid in the small patch of shade that the brick pillar offered to have a rest.