We’re getting married!

Hunter walked onto the bus for a school trip and Mikerra was heard saying "WHO is that?" Some time later, when in math class together, Hunter would always grab Mikerra's calculator for her.. ask her for help with his girl troubles.. and pass notes back and forth.

The beginning of our relationship was nothing short of a whirlwind and in many ways, a foreshadowing of what was to come! Hunter asked me to be his girlfriend on our four wheeling date - it was so sweet and as some would say, time stood still! That is, until he left for three weeks of hockey camps the next day! For some, this may have seemed like unfortunate timing, but for us, it wrote the first chapter of our story that was rooted in distance, trust, and unwavering support. From there, we dropped Hunter off in all sorts of places to pursue his passion! From Bismarck, North Dakota with the wonderful Walth family.. to Odessa, Texas.. to Attleboro, Massachusetts, and back to Moorhead, MN! All of these places brought us lifelong friends and showed us we had something worth working towards and waiting for. During all of the chaos, we enjoyed things like more sporting events, hanging out with the endless number of teammates & friends we were able to meet, spending time with our families, and a whole lot of concerts! In the wise words of a friend.. all that space and time apart was our "short term" sacrifice for a lifelong reward!

You could say our story started before we were even born – back when our grandparents were running the show. My grandpa was the coach and athletic director at Cass Lake, and guess who was sitting in his training room and causing a ruckus? Yep – Hunter’s mom and aunts, the “Bubar girls!” Meanwhile, my grandma and his grandma were running the classrooms in Cass Lake. Our grandpas? Oh, they were off fishing together probably solving all the world’s problems with a tackle box and a thermos of coffee. While also telling stories about their grandkids who would eventually all know each other very well! It was the kind of setup where everyone knew everyone. People used to look at me and say “You look just like the Bubar girls used to!” I never really knew who they were talking about – just that it was some sort of compliment. BUT as I came to realize one night at the Olson dinner table.. those dang Bubar girls were exactly who I was eating dinner with that night. Plot twist: I was apparently destined to join the family all along. The world has a funny way of bringing people together!