It Made Me Smile Don't Judge Me

Last night my sister sent me the link to a video featuring the Backstreet Boys. Ya’ll, I’m in my early 30s, so I grew up right in the height of boyband mania. And the Backstreet Boys (known affectionately as the “BSB”) were my jam. My sister loved NSync more, but whatever, we’re still praying for her! Maybe she just says these things to annoy me.

The rule of seeing something incredibly nostalgic from your past is that you can’t just spend 10 minutes in that. Or, in my case, you can’t just watch ONE video featuring the BSB. You have to take the one video as an invitation to listen to at least ten more of your favorite hits on full blast. (Well, as full blast as you can get without your kids waking up. Because #momlife.)

(warning: BSB gif party at the bottom of this post.)

As I’m listening to all of my favorite songs, I can’t help but sing along every single word. It was kind of amazing that, since I haven’t really listened to them all that much since I was a teenager, (some of the songs I hadn’t heard but 3 or 4 times in the past fifteen years) I still remembered every word, every inflection. I remembered coming home and blasting their CD in my room & watching TRL religiously at 4pm Central to see if their latest video made the Top 10.

I’m sure you can relate to the same phenomenon with whatever musical group you were obsessed with in your growing-up years. And, of course, even for hours after my husband came home and effectively shut down my one-woman boy band dance party, I could not get a smile off of my face.

I’ve been going through a rough time lately. It felt really nice to have something to smile about.

That’s all. No epic moral lesson today. More of a diary entry. I promise there won’t be many of these. 

(Comment below what you’re really nostalgic about.)

Whoops OMG more BSB gifs