There is an antique carousel where I live/grew up. I have always loved it, and enjoyed a ride now and then. They have plastic rings you grab and toss into a hole in the wall for fun, a gold ring means you get a free ride.

My husband proposed to me in the carousel while I was riding a horse named “warrior”.

We rode it, same horse, the day before he left for deployment when we were first married. I took a ring for him to wear on his dog tags (cheesy I know) and I had one in my keys.

Last night we got to take our sweet baby girl for a ride. We sat on the bench since she is so little but we got a great picture of her on Warrior.

I just love how it is becoming part of our family traditions moving forward too!