March at the lake with a toddler

Wet clay clinging to your little shoes, making you lift them comically.
Wind snatching at my flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and the tails tied to fit you.
Your little fleece Elmer Fudd hat, firmly velcroed under your chin.
The great blue-green lake, the bright blue sky, and your grey-blue eyes.
One spring chilled nose bright red against a pale young face.
Hands lifted up in balancing straightness, echoing the wideness of your smile.