It was tagged and promoted as "super cute," so I thought I'd stay at the level of amused and indeed I was...for the few times I scrolled through the images.
Being me, I snickered at the sight of Vatican handlers trying to hustle the kid off the stage and away from the pope. I rolled my eyes at one particularly fine example of grim piety going on in the background.
But I simply couldn't and didn't stay in that zone of acidic amusement. Instead, I found myself tugged back to the first GIF sequence of Pope Francis turning to look at a child who is peering at him.
I've written, "turning to look," but it's really a glimpse of seeing and being seen; of agape made visible. By the third round of watching this particular sequence, my throat has tightened, my eyes have become hot with unshed tears that would soon spill. And for the first time in my life, the term "Holy Father" made absolute sense.