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355 W. University Parkway, Orem, Utah. Next to Krispy Kreme
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  • Tea Party. The kind with cookies.

    A few days ago my five-year-old daughter asked me if I could bake sugar cookies. It’s a big job that makes a pretty gigantic mess. But she was begging me, and I know that ever since I had the new baby, she, maybe even more than the other kids, has probably felt invisible once in […]

  • We’ll make your mom and daddy dance all night.

    When I look back on my wedding day, it exists in my mind as the most perfect sunlit day that gently faded into a magical evening of family and friends. Joe and I married in the majestic LDS Salt Lake temple. I wore the perfect dress. Joe was so handsome in his tux, and his […]

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A few days ago my five-year-old daughter asked me if I could bake sugar cookies. It’s a big job that makes a pretty gigantic mess. But she was begging me, and I know that ever since I had the new baby, she, maybe even more than the other kids, has probably felt invisible once in a while. She’s my second child of four. She’s a peacemaker, and usually just wants to make everyone happy. Parents can’t help but love that. I was a kid like that. But kids like us aren’t usually squeaky wheels, so that’s when some invisibility accidentally happens. I decided I’d better make those cookies. But then, just after that, she said, “And then can we invite over all of our friends for a tea party with the cookies?”

In a split second it all flashed before my eyes. I saw our house. It was sparkling clean and lemon fresh in my vision. Streamers in pink and purple scalloped the ceiling, and beautiful balloons and fresh flowers adorned every corner. In the kitchen there was a magnificent table, set with a vintage tablecloth, real ceramic quirky looking mini tea cups and plates, and an eclectic spread of adorable snacks. My cookies were intricately frosted with cream cheese frosting in every color of the retro rainbow. There were tea sandwiches with bread dyed in pastel colors, stuffed with fancy cheeses or cucumbers or Nutella. The doorbell rang, and a dozen miniature Zooey Deschanels filed in, carrying the lacy invitations they had received in the mail a week before.

The vision became hazy and through my twitching eye I saw our real kitchen, covered in apricot guts. Our apricot trees were full of ripe fruit and we had been spending several days canning and drying. I tried keeping up on the mess but the floor had sticky patches that day. And the sink was full of dishes, and there were toys all over the house. “No,” I said. My daughter’s shoulders slumped. Then I said, “Wait. Okay. We’ll do it. How about just a few friends?”

Joe whipped out a shade tent in the backyard, and the kids brought out their toy table and covered it with a small white tablecloth. I found some paper plates. Joe got out our cheap stemmed glasses which we filled with the last of the powdered lemonade. The kids frosted the cookies themselves. They were unevenly frosted and lopsidedly covered in sprinkles. They were delicious. Two friends came over, and all the kids were all smiles. They had a great time. I smiled, too. I was glad that I didn’t say no to a tea party that day, just because I wasn’t capable of making it Pinterest worthy. My kids didn’t care. And they’re the ones who needed it most. I guess the moral of the story is that if you decide not to do something because someone else has probably already done it better online, you’ll probably never do anything at all. IMG_3249

On a mostly unrelated note, I’m posting a video today of a clip from a really fun evening of my life. In March, we had an album release concert for my new album, “Homeless Songs”. My favorite song on the record is “The Fall”, which I wrote for my husband, Joe. Maybe how this ties in with this blog is that this was the last song of the concert, I was a month away from having a baby, and I had already been singing for an hour and a half. I was sweaty and my breath support was gone. But I’m posting it anyway because I love the song and it was a great show. I hope you enjoy. If you do, please share the video with your friends, and consider picking up a copy of the new album. Here’s that video. The Fall: Cherie Call Live, March 18, 2014 Enjoy!

When I look back on my wedding day, it exists in my mind as the most perfect sunlit day that gently faded into a magical evening of family and friends. Joe and I married in the majestic LDS Salt Lake temple. I wore the perfect dress. Joe was so handsome in his tux, and his fresh haircut. The words spoken in the ceremony were beautiful and perfect. We were surrounded by loved ones. We smiled for the pictures. We ate a luncheon together, and later we stood and greeted hundreds of friends in the beautiful Joseph Smith Memorial building. They all ate chicken sandwiches and a gorgeous, delicious cake made by my friend. At the end of the evening Joe and I rode off into the future in a horse drawn carriage.

When I delve more deeply into the details, I have to admit that there were a few wrinkles. That perfect dress? Every day I went in for a fitting, the seamstress sighed and complained about how old and chunky I was. (I was a 115 pound 29 year old.) The luncheon? That’s a crazy story. When I booked the church cultural hall, the person booking it neglected to tell us it would be filled with piles of stage pieces, props, and costumes for the stake musical going on that week. That sunlit day? It was a bit chilly. The sandwiches and cake at the reception? We were so busy celebrating that Joe and I never got to taste any of the food. That horse drawn ride into the sunset? Our first stop was the honeymoon, booked for Yellowstone. The park was closed.

I still insist that it was all perfect. We cherish the details that went great. We laugh at the things that went a little wrong. Well, maybe I can’t laugh about the dress fitting process. But honestly, Joe and I could have been dressed in rags, eating peanut butter sandwiches, and exchanging tinfoil wedding rings that day, and it still would have been the most perfect day ever, as long as it was still the day that our amazing family began. Nothing could have prevented our wedding day from being the most amazing and wonderful day of my life, because it was the day I got to marry Joe.

My friend, author Jason Wright wrote a book a couple of years ago called, “The Wedding Letters.” I wrote a song to help him promote the book. I thought about all of these things when I wrote the song. The song is called, “Marry Me”, and it’s included on my new album, “Homeless Songs”. Listen to it here.
Marry Me

Since the release of my album, I’ve heard from lots of people who’d like to perform the song at a wedding. I now have the performance track available. This is a recording of the song without my voice on it, so you can perform it live with your voice. Click here. I hope it can help make your event the best day ever. Congratulations to you and yours.