My curly locks

She's child #3. My miracle child. She is the only one who had curly locks as a baby. She loves to draw and paint. She loves her grandparents and is crazy about her aunt Nancy. She is feisty, and grumpy, and likes to be alone. She is always pinching/squeezing elbows, knees, or any other place that feels "wrinkley". She kisses hands often. She gives hugs unannounced. She only talks to you if she wants to. Otherwise she'll just look at you and walk away. The one that sings and dances uninhibitedly in public when she so desires. And if she tires, she expects for someone to carry her as if she was a baby. My little Danny. Born with Tetralogy of Fallot. My curly chubby baby who had open heart surgery at 6 months. The one that kept us awake for many nights prior to her surgery. Who had us on rosary after rosary during her hospital stay, and then after. A child that when you see now, you wouldn't think she had a heart condition. The child who was given a chance by God, and last week diagnosed with "no further surgeries needed at all." Yeah, this is my Daniela, and I love her.