In the interest of full disclosure, I am not a practicing pagan. Yesterday I was reflecting on the Vernal Equinox, which comes just before my firstborn son's birthday. It then occurred to me that my second son was born at the Winter Solstice. And my first daughter was born just after the Autumnal Equinox. hmmm
Oh, but the youngest breaks the pattern, I thought, because although she was born in midsummer, it was a full month past the Solstice. *whew*
Except . . . she was in fact conceived on All Hallows Eve.
My inner pagan is somehow pleased.