Well. It’s not really my love story to tell. For that, I refer you to The Story.

(Just so you know, Amy did perfect those cupcakes. I tested a number of them, just to be sure.)

This weekend, despite US Airways’s best efforts and with a little luck on the Bourne Bridge, I got to celebrate the happy couple with the rest of the family at my aunt and uncle’s place on Cape Cod.

I’ve written about marriage equality before, so I’ll skip that bit. I’ll skip posting my own pictures, too, because my card reader has gone missing (and it’s driving me teeth-grindingly nuts).

(Those pictures will come, though, because Uncle Andy took some of us sailing on the the bay on Sunday, and it was glorious.)

But here’s a nice one, courtesy of Aunt Marianne:

Amy and Kath have been a package deal for years — the first Christmas card/letter I ever got from Grown-up Katherine (two years younger than I and FINALLY 30 now) formally introduced Amy and their commitment. I wasn’t around when Kath came out, but I’d googled her one night while I was finishing up at AU and she was at Notre Dame. I figured she’d tell us when she was ready.

Now, their Christmas cards turn up annually, no doubt because Kath had the good sense to fall in love with someone who’s…well, less of a reserved Yankee. Amy blogs, for heaven’s sake.

Oh, and she knits! And bakes! And likes coffee! Obviously, I think she’s swell.

And she makes Katherine happier than I’ve ever known her to be, and more comfortably herself than I’ve seen since we were little. Even if Amy weren’t awesome in her own right, we couldn’t help but love her, just for that. Put it all together, and we’re lucky and proud to welcome her, formally, into the family.