Your LL Bean Boyfriend

Edward and I arrived at the house, in awe of the sunlight sparkling on the still lake. “I’ll make some coffee,” he said softly. 

The wind howled outside and I pulled the wool blanket tighter around my shoulders. “Let me bring you another cup of tea,” Edward said. 

“Alright, alright,” Edward said to his dog. “Five more frisbee throws.” He turned to me. “And then we get to go home and go out to lunch.” 

Edward took a break from grilling and looked out over the beach. “We really should come to Fort Williams more often, it’s so nice here,” he said. 

Edward lifted the old chest into the back of our Volvo, flakes of paint falling to the ground with its movement. “I can’t wait to refurbish this with you,” he said. 

“Let’s go to Skillins today and pick up some new flowers for the garden,” Edward said. “Today is the perfect day to start planting.”

“Let’s drive up to Quebec in a few weeks,” Edward said. “I’d love to show you the Château Frontenac in the winter.”

Edward and I made snow angels in our yard like kids; I couldn’t imagine a more perfect Sunday. 

Edward gently touched my shoulder to wake me up. “Come look,” he said, “It snowed overnight and the sun is just coming up and I’ve never seen the yard so beautiful.”

“Let’s drive up to Rockland and go to the Farnsworth tomorrow,” said Edward.