That scene where Rory finds the photo booth pictures of her parents from high school and then tucks them into jacket.
I can’t speak universally, but I think that scene is definitely one of those things that children of teenaged parents can relate to. I have a grand total of 4 photos of my parents together—they weren’t exactly high school sweethearts—and I treasure them. You look for answers, and wish you could time-travel to that exact moment, so you can watch them be happy from on the sidelines.
My mom never had any of the photos of her and my dad, none of those that exist of the three of us. My dad had them. And he gave them to me, and one of them sits on my nightstand.