I've always thought that, and not just because April is my birthday month. April is also the birthday month of several people in my family, which means that, growing up, I associated April with parties. We always got together with my father's side of the family one Sunday in April to celebrate all of those birthdays, and with my mother's side of the family, to celebrate all of those birthdays, too. Whoopee! We were having cake all month!
Easter is also in April, which should be the main thing, and is, really. It's not just Easter Worship (although you do have to sing "Jesus Christ is Risen Today", and mean it), but it's Easter itself, which is spring, but not the same as spring, more than spring. Easter means that the things you thought were impossible are possible, that the gardener you see pruning the vines may not really be the gardener, that love and beauty and justice and forgiveness are really true, and possible.
I used to get out Dvorak's New World Symphony and play it on Easter Sunday because, I thought, Easter isn't just about our own individual lives. It's about the new world that God is bringing into being.
April is also when spring peeks through here in Minnesota. Sometimes we don't really get fully into spring here until May, but April is when the hope kicks in.
In April six years ago our favorite dog, Scout, came home. She was just over six weeks old. I picked her up from the nursing home on Friday afternoon and listened to her howl all the way home. We made many mistakes (all by accident of course) when we first got Scout. But when she curls up on her bed as we are going to sleep, and I hear her sigh, I believe that she is a good dog.
April is the coolest month.