Another kind of birthday suit

He arrived 27 years ago in his original birthday suit,
today I bought him another birthday suit for job interviews,
weddings, funerals, and other adult events, so grown-up
and so much the same the way we are all,
leaving behind childish things while still grabbing a hand
to rub his back, we argue the same as always and he's
right more than I care to admit, loving each other
over pad thai and birthday cake, wine and chips,
somehow I got so short and my hair is greying.
we remember when he got  his first bow tied and learned
how to tie it, now he ties his own tie, buys his own
shoes and socks, and goes home after cake to his own
home, holding the hand of his own beloved, and
S. and I climb into our pajamas, warm up a couple
of corn bags, fill a  couple little sniffers with cognac
and hit the hay after a good day of celebration.