On his recent visit to Philadelphia, Pope Francis looked his younger self in the eye, remembering the childlike wonder with which he used to see the world before he grew into a man, rose through the ranks of the Church, and came to bear the strictures, hopes, and aspirations of an entire religion on his aging shoulders.

Pope Francis watched the child being carried toward him, embraced the small body draped in vestments the tiny spitting image of his own. He kissed the child, then gently released him to a bodyguard, waving with a wistful look in his eye as that baby was carried away to live out the rest of his life, so full of divergent possibilities.

The pope laughed.

The baby’s name is Quinn, if you wanted to know.

[h/t Uproxx]