I have always loved Springtime so much that I felt a tiny bit cheated because my birthday was in February. It felt like it should be in April or May, because that's when I feel like I really come to life again each year.
Getting married in April felt right for the same reason. I love the way this poem describes the awakening and anticipation and re-birth that comes with finding love: "the birthday of my life is come/ My love is come to me." Being married has been like being awakened. Every year when our anniversary comes around, I feel like I am celebrating another year of my REAL life---the life I began with Sam ten years ago---and which I hope to continue forever. It's been more exciting and interesting and surprising and silly and fun and hopeful and challenging and exhilarating and satisfying and delightful than I ever could have imagined it would be.
from A Birthday
by Christina Rossetti
Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
I had the good sense to say yes twice