On the Eve: A Love Letter to the Work, the People, and the Possibility

Tonight, I moved through my city with campaign signs in my trunk, flyers in the passenger seat, and a deep sense of purpose in my chest. It’s the night before the school board election, and I wanted to touch every corner I could. I hit locations with signs, tucking them into the ground like little affirmations. A quiet message to the community that says, “We’re here. We care. We’re showing up.”

I stopped at corners I had stood on weeks ago while canvassing. Familiar blocks, familiar faces. At some locations, I ran into neighbors and parents who remembered me from conversations we had during this campaign. We talked about what’s at stake. Not in political terms, but in real-life terms. Our kids. Our schools. Our neighborhoods.

My son was with me for part of the evening. He helped pass out flyers, handing them over with this calm confidence that made me proud in a way I can't quite put into words. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s already part of the legacy I’m trying to build. He’s the reason I believe so deeply in what I’m doing.

Earlier today, I spent time with some of the volunteers from the Sunrise Movement. We trained on how to electioneer, how to show up tomorrow with clarity, compassion, and courage. It wasn’t just about strategy. It was about solidarity. We looked each other in the eye and reminded ourselves that this work is bigger than one candidate. It’s about community and a shared vision for something better. We came up with our one-liner for tomorrow:

“Parents, youth, and teachers support Brittany for the 5th.”

That line says it all. It’s not about me. It’s about us. The people who are in the classroom, at the bus stop, on the other end of the report card. The folks who know how hard it is to get a child reading at grade level when the system’s never been fair to begin with. The ones who know what it's like to navigate school closures, underfunding, and disconnection.

After the sun started to set, I was back in my car, driving around to volunteers’ homes, dropping off campaign literature. I didn’t want them to have to go out of their way. Some had kids to feed, others had already done a full day of work, and still they offered to show up for me. That kind of support humbles me. It reminds me I’m not doing this alone.

Tonight, I feel overwhelmed. Not in the heavy kind of way, but in the way your chest fills up with gratitude so strong it makes your eyes water. I feel the love. I feel the prayers. I feel the belief people have poured into me.

And I’m closing out this night with the ones who’ve carried me through it. My family. My friends. My people. The ones who have stayed up with me cutting yard signs. The ones who’ve brought me dinner when I forgot to eat. The ones who said, "Brittany, you were made for this."

Tomorrow, I will be at my polling location all day. I will greet every voter with the same fire that’s fueled this campaign from the beginning. Win or lose, I already know what we’ve built is something powerful. This campaign was rooted in truth, transparency, and the belief that our children deserve more.

We are reclaiming what it means to lead. We are restoring trust in what public service should look like. And we are doing it with joy, integrity, and deep, unwavering love for our people.

Thank you for walking with me. I’ll see you at the polls.

With everything in me,

Brittany D. Foley

“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.”

• Colossians 3:23-24