Here's a giveaway for you! Open worldwide. To enter, leave a comment and tell me about a special memory you have with either one of your parents or one of your older children.
The true story of how a father and his teen daughter connected through
an ice axe and well-worn running shoes.
One day after reading a book about a wilderness adventurer, David Pierce’s fifteen-year-old daughter Chera announced that she wanted to climb a mountain. What David heard behind that wish was a bold declaration: “I’m growing up, Dad—what are you going to do about it?” A few weeks later they bought matching backpacks.
Over a three-year period they climbed five mountains and ran in two marathons. Together they suffered sore muscles, bitter cold, sprung knees, shin splints, and broken spirits. But they also reveled in blazing sunsets, glissaded on a glacier, and celebrated numerous victories great and small. And in the process, they built an unshakable father-daughter bond that will stand the tests of time.
In Don’t Let Me Go, David Pierce—the husband of popular Christian comedienne Chonda Pierce—offers a down-to-earth, funny-yet-serious book for parents with the same universal appeal as Bob Carlisle’s heart-tugging song, “Butterfly Kisses,” only with well-worn running shoes and an ice axe.
You can purchase the book on Amazon.
9 comments:
Sounds like a great book. I could see my Dad climbing mountains wih me if I had wanted to. One special memory I have of my Dad was when he was buying me my first car. He brought home this big, baby blue Buick. I said no, I want something smaller and yellow. And dang, if he didn't find me a yellow Nova. Now that's a good Dad.
My special memory was my 16th birthday my mom and dad gave me a surprise party. They took me out to eat and told me that was for my birthday. When we got home there were all my friends and family.
Please include me in your giveaway.
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Debbie
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Spending wonderful days with my Mom at Timothy Lake in Oregon are some of my best memories. We had amazing walks; finding wildflowers, wild strawberries, lacy spiderwebs on dewy mornings, spotting deer and sitting on a log gazing at the lake.
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My special memory happened almost 2 yrs ago. When I was 29 I had a daughter and gave her up for adoption. Well, 2 yrs ago, we got to meet for the first time. It has been absolutely great. I will not lose her again. I just wish we were closer. I'm in Wisconsin and she's in Florida, so we get to see each other once a year, but we do talk almost daily. I actually have several memories along this line because I was also adopted. I grew up an only child all my life and then I found out that I'm the oldest of 17 kids. I've met both my biological parents and almost all my siblings. Needless to say, I've had a very interesting life.
By the way, please enter me. LOL!!! Thanks
sharon54220@gmail.com
My dad didn't do very much with his children, but I do remember one time when he took me out for dinner; just my father and myself. It was my 10th birthday and we went out to a restaurant that had a waterfall and I had a Shirley Temple. That one time means the world to me.
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nancyrobster@gmail.com
I remember when I was 5. He always took me & my brother to Upper Michigan to pick up some oleo or commonly called margarine. In Wisconsin, it was illegal to sell margarine. On the way back we visited my mother's parents in Oconto. We also picked up some pickles at the pickle cannery. We always had fun.
I have a nice memory of when I was 4 years old, sitting on my father's lap watching the movie High Noon. Thanks for having this giveaway.
ayancey(at)dishmail(dot)net
My favorite memory with my oldest son is very recent. He just came up to see us this past weekend to tell us that we are going to be grandparents! : )
Seems like just yesterday he was riding up and down the sidewalk on his big wheel is his black jeans, black leather jacket and sunglasses. wow!
I think my special memory is a moment from my eldest son's wedding day. we weren't sure how we'd all handle it as his dearly loved father had passed away but it turned out to be a thoroughly joyful experience. The best bit was during the photos when the photographer instructed me to stand next to SJ - who grabbed my hand and held on tight
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