Is it normal to think babies are the closest things to angels

When my baby brother was born I thought he was the cutest thing ever. One day when he was only a few months old and couldn't walk yet, I held my finger in front of his face, and he grabbed it with both of his hands and squeezed my finger with his tiny little chubby fingers. He already knew that I was his older brother and he loved me even when we don't think babies are capable of loving. When he was 1 or 2 and I would go to friends houses for sleepovers, he would cry thinking that I left him and my parents forever. When I came home from school he would be so happy to see me and would come up to me with a big smile on his face and offer me a toy, every day was a different toy. One summer at the pool he was almost drowning but I rescued him and lifted him on top of my shoulders. When he was a little bit older, like around 3 or 4, my mom would always pack a brownie in my backpack but he found out where she put it and ate it himself. I loved him so much that I never moved the brownies so he could always find them in the same place in my backpack. Whenever he cried I myself wanted to cry. I always wanted him to be happy and learn and use his imagination. When we played video games I would always let him win because he cried if he ever lost. One thing I will always remember is when me, my baby brother, and our grandma was in the same bed sleeping. I noticed my brother was smiling in his sleep even though he couldn't talk yet, so I asked grandma why he would be doing that. She said that babies smile in their sleep when they see God in their dreams, and he sees God in his mom, dad, big brother, and grandma. My grandma passed away almost 10 years ago and I will never forget her saying that. I have watched this cute baby grow into a handsome young man, he is now 16, and I'm proud to say that my younger brother is one of the most special people in my life. We have so much respect for each other it's amazing and I feel blessed.