11/23/2025
We’ve been working with Manny on lunging for about a week now, and the progress this boy has made feels nothing short of miraculous.
Every single day he shows me more trust, more heart, more courage than I knew a horse could hold.
His full name is Manners Maketh Man, and he doesn’t just honor that name — he defines it.
He carries it the way a knight carries a banner: proudly, softly, with quiet strength.
Because Manny isn’t just a horse.
He's My soft-eyed baby boy who has no idea he is the center of my universe.
He is gentle and kind in a way the world doesn’t deserve.
He tries so hard to understand me — even when he’s unsure, even when the world is confusing, he looks at me with those big, innocent eyes and says with his whole heart:
“I don’t fully get it, Mom… but I’m trying. For you.”
And that moment — that trust — feels like something holy.
The kind of bond that poets try to write about and never get right.
The kind of love that makes you fierce in a way you didn’t know you could be.
This horse makes me proud on a level only true horse-parents understand —
the kind of pride that hits like lightning,
that makes your chest ache,
that makes you look at this sweet creature and think,
“I would move mountains for you.”
And I would.
Without hesitation.
He truly is a gift from God.
A blessing with hooves.
And I need to say thank you:
to my mom Kay Miraglia for helping work with him,
to my dad for always supporting and believing in me,
and to my husband Lance J Freeman for loving Manny like he’s our four-legged child and embracing every ounce of my chaos.
I couldn’t do any of this without you.
