Today’s my 25th birthday, and I figure that’s a good enough excuse to get me off the hook from writing a full-length post. When my mum posted a bunch of pictures of my childhood and teenage years, I couldn’t help but ask her to send me my favorite. It’s from my very first birthday party, back when I was Ali, not Alex, and had years to go before I entered my ludicrously awkward glasses-and-braces phase. It’s weird to think that I’m now a quarter of a century old, but I’m willing to bet that this next year will be just as fantastic as the ones before it.
(And even today, over two decades later, I still definitely get this excited when I see cake. No shame in that.)