We met at the hotel at which my son is staying for a little impromptu social distancing birthday party for him. It was chilly, 46f or so, but when the sun peeked out from behind the clouds it felt nice. My son's mom made him a gorgeous birthday cake, her baking skills are the real reason I married her. The celebration was held at a little picnic table in back of the hotel. She had him Facetime with most of her family, and we all stayed a good distance from each other. It was so hard not to hug him after 18 months of being apart, but he understood and he's looking forward to the end of the 2 week quarantine so he can alternate living between our two households. No gifts given at the party, except some weed and brownies I handed out to them. I've spent over a grand on him since he got back earlier this week, including buying him a cool home recording studio so he can keep creating his beats and mixing in his rap flows. My ex asked me to pick up some weed for her for the very first time. It was so strange to sell her weed, although she didn't know she was buying it from me. My son has known for years that I grow and sell weed, and he's never said a word to anyone. Good kid. I'm looking forward to teaching him all I know about growing, and I plan to have him earn his keep by doing most of my plant maintenance and harvesting (besides doing all the cooking and cleaning, and painting my place). He likes to make blunts with some tobacco, kief, and frosty trim. Luckily, I have the last two of those items in spades, so maintaining his high will be inexpensive. He was about to take a MJ botany course in Cali before he left, I'm betting my tutelage will be vastly superior to those classes