After 21 years of marriage

After 21 years of marriage,

my wife wanted me to take another woman out todinner and a movie. 

She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you too, and she would love to spend some time with you." 

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, 

who has been a widow for 19 years,

but the demands of my work and my three children had m

ade it possible to visit her only occasionally. 

That night I called to invite her 

to go out for dinner and a movie.

 "What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. 

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. 

"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded.

"Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and then said,

 "I would like that very much." 

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous.

When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about ourdate. 

She waited in the door with her coat on. 

She was wearing the dress that she
had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. 

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's

.

 "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," 

she said, as she got into the car. 

"They can't wait to hear about our meeting."

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cosy. 

My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. 

After we sat down, I had to read the menu. 

Her eyes could only read large print. 

Half way through the entries,

I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. 

A nostalgic smile was on her lips. 

"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,"

 she said. 

"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favour," 

I responded. 

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary but
catching up on recent events of each other's life.

 We talked so much that we 

missed the movie. 

As we arrived at her house later, she said,

 "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.

" I agreed. 

"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. 

"Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined, thank you" I answered. 

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. 

It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.

Sometime later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place

mother and I had dined.

 An attached note said:

 "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for
you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son." 

At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time, "I LOVE YOU."
And to give our loved ones the time they deserve. Because nothing is more
important in life than family and they shouldn't be put off until "some other time.”