Grandmas have been defeating all enemies, feeding all stomachs, and loving all grandkids since the beginning of time.

Nobody loves you quite like a grandmother. Not in that polite, measured, «I support you» kind of way; but in the full-contact, force-feeding, secretly-slipping-you-a-twenty, taking-your-side-no-matter-what kind of way that makes you feel like the most important person alive. Grandmas don’t do things halfway. They do things in bulk, with extra butter, and wrapped in a cozy warm blanket.