Good times, great oldies.


Pick a song from the 90’s, or early 2000’s, and I can probably tell you what year it was released. Like Marty McFly stepping into a DeLorean time machine, I can transport myself back to the place and time when I first heard it.

Almost every night, together as a family, we listen to music as we prepare, cook and eat dinner. It’s easily one of my favorite parts of the day and time that I will forever cherish.

Last night, as Mr. Brightside by The Killers began to play, I confidently proclaimed, “2004!” A quick Google search on the ol’ iPhone quickly confirmed I was right – as per usual {see previous post}.

My mom always filled our house with good music. I grew up on a heavy audio diet of The Beatles, James Taylor, Rod Stewart, and even Michael Jackson. At 5 years old, I vividly remember the excitement of purchasing my very first record, Thriller, from a Turtle’s store on Lavista Road.

As Payton listened with us last night, Danielle and I began to pivot on the realization that it had been 15 years since Mr. Brightside had been released.

And then it dawned on me.

Payton listening to this song, was the equivalent of me listening to “Come Together” by the Beatles when I was 6 years old. Mind. Blown.

I often take for granted what an amazing gift our God-given senses truly are. 

Some of my most cherished memories with my mom are those days long ago when she’d open up the windows and her booming floor speakers would fill our house.

I’m thankful for music. I’m thankful that my mom shared her love of music with me – and thankful for the opportunity to do the same with my kids. I’m thankful for great “oldies” like Mr. Brightside.

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  • So true! Music has such a great language of memories. I bring a small “boom box” to teach my mom’s Bible study. When I play music, the dementia patients are the most engaged during the entire lesson.

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