Hopefully all of us, regardless of our experiences with our biological families, had people who were "family" to us. Think about your best times with the people you called "family," those "laugh until you cry" moments, the best family times, the memories you wouldn't trade for anything. How did those moments happen? What made them so special? Those same kinds of moments happen with our spiritual family, and our heavenly Father too. How do those memories happen? And how do we make more of them?