I was on a PTO-sponsored tour today (I'll post on that eventually, we've having some computer issues), and Owen was with me. Some of the women remembered him from the last tour we went on, and one of them came up to me after Owen had fallen asleep in his stroller.
"What god do you pray to to have such a little angel?"
It did make me stop and think. Not about the god I pray to -- I think about Him all the time -- but about how lucky I am to have such a (generally) low-maintenance toddler who is willing to sit in his stroller and be wheeled around town for a couple of hours looking at churches and other Renaissance-era buildings and statues featuring Napoleon's backside.
He's not always angelic, of course, but he is a blessing.