It happened the same way for .. as long as I can remember.
Walking onto the elevator to ride up to Grammie's second-floor condo,
I would swoop the length of my arm under one small armpit and then the other.
Pulling Emilija up the wood-paneled wall so that she could light up the small round button labeled "2."
And then everything changed this week.
Following her tiny footsteps over the threshold,
I was looking down and sidetracked by my ringing cellphone.
I heard the doors close behind my back and felt the start-up nudge of the conveyor.
(No swooping required.)
I turned to see one little index finger repeatedly hitting the second button up from the bottom.