I still love them, and if they wanted, I would still cuddle with them and give them hugs etc. It is they, who grew more distant from me. Nowadays I can hardly get even a "Hi" out of them when I come to visit, or "goodbye" when I leave.
Though, admittedly, I do wish that they had never grown up on some level, just so that I could still pick them up and swing them around, give them piggyback rides, and treat them like precious, little angels that they were in my life back then.
I wish that some day I can somehow tell them how much it meant to me that they liked to spend time with me back then. They were my only friends in a very lonely and dark phase of my life, way before I got any help and medication to my depression.