May is a pretty big month in my family. Sunday, of course, is Mother's Day. My mom, Ellen, and I have often gone to a Red Sox game, complete with walking around the warning track that's opened up for fans that day. But that leaves out my other mom, Maureen, because sports are not her thing. So, my guess is we'll do something all three of us will enjoy. And while that's a fun and important day for us, less than a week later on May 17th we'll remember a pivotal moment for our family and many others: Nine years ago, my moms were one of the very first couples to marry in Massachusetts. I was 15 at the time, and it was a whirlwind of a day: getting their marriage license at Newton City Hall, then off to Probate Court to get an exemption to the three-day waiting period. In the late afternoon, on a sparkling spring day that felt more like June, we returned to City Hall. I stood with my moms while the Mayor married them in his office as cameras flashed from every ...