The only thing more surprising than enjoying Mississippi was how much I wanted to go back and visit just a few weeks after leaving. Aside from the water and the trees and the pleasure of drinking beer from mason jars on warm nights, the magic of being a part of the D family was too much to pass up when I was only an hour away in Dallas. It was a weekend of dressing up, playing prom, parading confidently in public, and dancing around the living room until we dropped. Who knew, Mississippi…who knew. 







































































































































































































































