They were around my age when they had me (early thirties), and lately, whenever I look at pictures of them either before or shortly after they had me (and moved in together), I can't help myself. It's weird, since I used to not think much of them growing up. Could look at them and not feel much of anything. Could it be related to how much they've changed (physically)? Or realizing how much time has passed? Still unsure whether its a good thing or a bad thing