Still dripping from her nighttime bath (long ago), my 7-year-old daughter pleaded to sit down to the piano for singing time. It was late. I was tired and there were others to tuck in bed, as well as a long list yet to do before turning in. The temptation to say, “Not tonight” was pulling on me, but a quiet voice inside urged me to give just a few minutes at the piano. I shudder to think how close I came to missing it. She flipped to her favorite song, “My Heavenly Father Loves Me.” After singing both verses, her beautiful blue eyes brimmed with tears. Quickly she explained. “Mom, I love that song! It makes me have a tight feeling in here when I sing the words, ‘He gave me my life, my mind, my heart.’ And when it comes to the ending, ‘Yes, I know Heavenly Father loves me’—it’s like in my Sunday school class when my teacher tells us that Heavenly Father loves us, I think, yeah, that’s nice. But when I sing this song, I FEEL that He loves me. I KNOW He loves me!” She threw her arms around my neck and whispered, “This will always be our song, Mom. We’ll always remember this night, won’t we?” Now decades later, rereading this journal entry, I am profoundly grateful for the whisperings of the Holy Ghost—to capture this moment with my daughter, and for helping her discover what it feels like to KNOW that something is true. As I look back, some of the little things and small moments are the most precious in life. I am tempted to think that there are no little things.