Mr. and Mrs. Green are "green" indeed! Their sustainable wedding included certified-organic food from local farms, recycled florals designed by their eco-conscious florist, 100% recycled paper, and they wanted any leftover food to be composted! This sustainable wedding could not be more beautiful! And the stories of how they met and how he proposed are just as cute! Let's take a sneak peek!
how they met
I met Cody in the fall of 2007. I saw quickly that he was an easygoing person who was always laughing or making someone else laugh. We were both cellists in the Baylor University music school, and both performance majors (at the time), which meant we were more likely to be competitors than close friends. Fate seated us together for a springtime concert, and he made orchestra rehearsals a comedy show behind our music stand. We were always drawing silly pictures in the music or re-writing titles to reflect what we thought the music sounded like. It was a blast. Two years pass and we stayed friends but didn't see each other outside of the music school.
One evening in the fall of 2009, I was late for an art class when I ran into Cody outside my apartment building. He was hauling a sack of laundry to the wash, and it turned out he lived nearly next door! We still had the same easygoing happiness together just hanging out that we'd had in orchestra. I knew in those moments he was a kindred spirt in ways I've rarely felt before.
After that day, we just kept running into each other and decided we wanted to keep it that way. We started dating that fall, and have been amazed at where we have been able to go together.
How he proposed!
Cody seemed oddly determined that we should have a boat outing. Defying my protests of possibly wetting my week-old injury, he reserved a cute little boat the day before we were leaving St. John, the day I got those six stitches removed. With a blue plastic surgical glove tied around my injured foot with a shoe string flapping in the wind, we set off.
We had lunch on a quiet beach, then realized we had only 30 minutes left in our 3 hour trip. Trunk Bay was right around the next point, but as the little boat churned toward the bend, the sky clouded and the wind picked up, pulling the waves along with it. With the dinghy bouncing along and catching some air, I was getting soaked, and mad! What if sea water got in my foot-glove?? I knew us going out on the water with me in my fragile state was a bad idea! I demanded we turn around and head back.
Cody shouted over the motor and water, "We're so close! Lets see Trunk one last time!!" There wasn't a way for me to get over to the motor, not that I'd know what to do with it (not all Louisiana people are born seaworthy either), so I just held on and glared at Cody through dripping sunglasses. We bounced into the World's Second Most Beautiful Bay a hot mess. Cody cut the engine and we drifted, seeing the beach from the floating seabird's point of view. I kid you not on the next part, the clouds parted and the sun came out, and Cody said, "Can you give me my pants?" (He was wearing swim trunks, Mom).
Of course I wanted to know why, to which I was told, "You know why." That's when my heartbeat started speeding up and I finally got a clue. I handed over those pants.
He pulled a small jewelry pouch out of the pocket and held it close. After reminding me that he had once told me he wanted to propose on a boat, and that life together was going to be an awesome adventure no matter where we live or what we do as long as we did it together, he pulled out a white gold wedding band, his great-grandmother's who shared a deep, deep love and devotion with her family - and asked me to marry him. With hardly any wind left in me, I managed to get out yes, and he nobly kneeled in the boat to put the ring on my finger. He also mentioned that his great-grandmother's actual diamond engagement ring was waiting for me in El Paso for Christmas!