The amazing paragraph you are about to read comes to you courtesy of my beautiful real-life friend R at Redhead Momma:

“I was just tucking in Noah when I swear I saw God in his eyes. To calm him, I had put on the music that I had bought for my labor with Noah, and it was dark in his room except for his Christmas lights. He was under the covers, head resting on his pillow. “I love you, Noah,” I said to him. He looked at me — our faces were so close — and then I said, “eyebrow” and traced his eyebrow. He looked me and smiled, and proceeded to do the same. He loves to get really close and point out different parts of my face. His eyes were so content, he was just pure love. He emanated something otherworldly, and the room grew even darker, and I blinked away tears. It hit me that if I died at this moment, this is the last sight I would like to see. My beautiful son, with God in his eyes.”