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Write what you love. Write what you love. WRITE WHAT YOU LOVE. If you're passionate about the stories you're telling and the ideas you're exploring (or the photographs you're taking, the art you're creating), others will be, too.
From What is your best blogging tip for new mom bloggers?

“Emilia, why do do you love me?” “Why do I love you?” “Yes.” “Do I have to have a reason?” “No.” “Good. Because I don’t have one. I just love you.”
Why do you love Mom? The bloggers’ kids respond!

Can I say more than one? With Emilia, when she was a baby, it was a Miracle Blanket (the very best swaddling blanket ever made). She would only sleep while swaddled, and it was the only blanket that could contain her. It is the only reason that I got any sleep in the first six months of her life. After Jasper was born, our Ultimate Childcare Possession was our Chariot double jogging stroller. With the infant insert, it took us from Jasper's early months to present time — both children fit comfortably in it, it can ride over any terrain, fits through doors, carries groceries…basically, it's the best thing short of a house-trained camel.

Now? It's the iPhone. Distraction for the kids, organizing tool for me, the device that allows me to Tweet while huddled next to the toddler bed with my hair caught in a small person's fists…how did I ever live without it?
From What is the one parenting product you couldn’t live without?

I love my mom because she loved me well and made sure that I was always, always surrounded by light and laughter and love. Because she always viewed me through mother-colored glasses, and even though I didn't realize the value of that at the time, I've come to understand that it was a remarkable, powerful gift. Because she was, and remains, the original bad mother. What's not to love about that?
From Why do you love your mom?

I don't write much about my husband, nor about our marriage. I don't, I feel, have enough propriety over those stories to assert myself as their narrator. Those stories are not mine to share. They are his stories — or, in the case of our marriage, our stories. So it is that you rarely read anything substantive about my husband.

Which is a shame, because you would like him, you really would. He's a wonderful, wonderful man: one of those souls who is just genuinely good, genuinely concerned about the world around him and everyone in it, who is just naturally, effortlessly generous and kind, and not in the cloying manner of someone who wants recognition or a place in the kingdom of God for their efforts but in the straightforward and authentic manner of someone who knows that we all just have to be good to one another if we're going to get along. And he loves animals and children, all of them, except maybe the really unpleasant ones and the older ones who wear skinny jeans and lurk on street corners (the kids, not the animals) and he always has, even before we had our own. He once got teary-eyed at a performance of Disney on Ice. All of which might make him sound kind of wussy, but he's not, he's really not, and that's the thing, probably the biggest thing, that I love about him: he is at once the kindest and gentlest human being that I know, and the strongest.

Yeah. I kind of love him a lot.
From A shout-out for your other half: Why are you lucky to have him?

I have a lot of favorite reads, in a lot of different categories. I read Free-Range Kids for reassurance about my parenting style, The Mom Slant for great commentary on current events and issues, Mom 101 for general wisdom and insight, Finslippy for beautiful wordsmithing, Motherhood Uncensored for humor, the Pioneer Woman for food porn and horse pictures, Chookooloonks for creative inspiration, and Dooce for the always, always necessary reminder that motherhood is not for the faint of heart and or the weak of wit (not the interesting kind, anyway.)

Seriously. You didn't really expect me to narrow it down to just one, did you? If you did, does just referring to the whole Babble 50 count?
From Which blogger is your favorite read and why?