Okay. Flashback to June 17, 2004. Baby Girl was 15 mos. old and baptized on that day. Later in the evening, it was kinda rainy.
A white dove showed up on our front porch. It hung out for a few hours. I put a box out in case it wanted shelter from the rain.
The next morning it was gone, having left it's calling card in the form of bird poop.
We were awestruck that a white dove would just happen to hang out at our house on the very same day as Baby Girl's baptism.
Makes one think, eh?