Kathie Lee Gifford Celebrates Birthday of Grandson Named after Her Late Husband — He Looks ‘So Much like His Grandpa’

Kathie Lee Gifford recently celebrated her grandson’s birthday.

Gifford’s grandson once dressed up as his late grandfather.

Gifford’s son and his partner are in a happy relationship.

Kathie Lee Gifford is best known as a co-host on “Today” on NBC. She has been a staple on the network for many years, and fans have become acquainted with her family as she often talks and posts about them.

Most recently, Gifford shared the news that her grandson had celebrated his birthday. Fans and friends alike took to the comments section of her post to wish the young man a happy birthday and express how much they loved the family.

Gifford shared a photo of her grandson strapped into his car seat, beaming at the camera, and wished him a happy birthday before saying::

“So grateful to God for the gift of Frankie.”

Gifford’s grandson is named after her late husband, Frank Gifford, who passed away in 2015. Many fans mentioned they could see Frankie’s grandfather in the child, while others thought he looked more like his father, Cody.

Other fans wished little Frankie a happy birthday, while others talked about how cute the tot was. Some people thought Frankie looked like his mom, but most saw a strong resemblance to his father and grandfather.

One fan said that he was clearly doing his namesake justice and they knew Frank would have been proud. Another called him his “father’s twin” while others called him “adorable.” An adoring commenter said Frankie was “like his Grandpa and daddy.”

Frankie Dressed Up As “Big Frank”
In keeping with the sentiment that little Frankie looks so much like his late grandfather, Gifford’s daughter-in-law, Erika, shared a sweet comparison photo of the pair in January this year. The first photo showed Frank Gifford as a young man, and the following picture showed Frankie dressed in an almost identical outfit.

Erika called Frank Gifford “Big Frank” and her son “Little Frankie” before saying they were proud of Frank’s previous NFL team, the New York Giants. Frank holds a football in the first photo, while in the second, Frankie chews on a plush toy version. Fans were charmed by the pictures.

Some once again commented on how alike the pair were, while other fans thought the comparison photos were “the cutest.” Gifford herself commented on the snaps saying how adorable the comparison was.

Fans mentioned that Frank, Cody, and baby Frankie all looked very much alike. Some fans thought that Frank would have loved to meet his grandson and said they were three generations of lookalikes in the family.

Others simply said baby Frankie looked “so much like his Grandpa” as others again talked about how proud Frank would have been of the tiny tot.

Who Is Gifford’s Daughter-In-Law and Her Son’s Long-Term Love?
Gifford shares a close relationship with Cody’s wife, Erika, and when he proposed in 2019, Gifford shared her joy that her son had found the love of his life and was set to tie the knot with her.

Shortly after the proposal, Gifford took to Instagram to share a photo of her son and then-soon-to-be daughter-in-law kissing as Erika held up a bejeweled left hand. Many people sent messages of congratulations on the post.

Cody’s sister, Cassidy, also shared the news of her brother’s engagement on Instagram, saying how happy she was for the pair and that she was excited to welcome Erika into the family as her sister.

Fans commented on the engagement posts and said Frank would have been proud of his son. A year later, Cody and Erika caused mass excitement again on their September wedding day.

Gifford again used Instagram as her news platform, sharing that her son and daughter-in-law exchanged vows on Labor Day weekend. She featured a photo of the bride and groom walking and holding hands as they gazed into one another’s eyes. The caption read:

“God gave us a glorious day to celebrate this glorious couple. So grateful.”

Before Erika and Cody got engaged, they had been together since 2013, and Gifford was more than ready to welcome Erika into the family officially. Erika shared that although 2020 had been a challenging year for many, their wedding was a silver lining in a dark cloud.

Erika shared that only their closest family and friends had been in attendance, and they had taken all the necessary precautions to make it “the most blessed and perfect day of [their] lives.” However, the wedding had its share of hiccups.

Erika had a personalized veil, but the word “the” was misspelled as “The.” She joked it was to be expected from a year like 2020. Gifford commented that it was a testament to their love that they didn’t let slight inconveniences ruin the day.

Cody and Erika welcomed their son into the world two years after they tied the knot. When naming his son, Cody knew he wanted to honor his father and name his baby after him.

Cody and Erika named their son Frank Michael Gifford, and when Gifford found out, she admitted:

“I was surprised Cody named him after his dad because Cody knew what it was like to grow up in the shadow of a great man. But I guess he’s never gotten over, really, and he never will, the loss of his dad at an early age, and he was his hero, and he still is.”

Gifford shared that when she got the news that her son was expecting a baby, she told him that his father would be so happy with all the positive things happening in their lives and that he was smiling down on them.

Little Frankie’s name does not only honor his late grandfather but also a family member on Erika’s side. Frankie’s middle name, Michael, is a tribute to Erika’s uncle, who passed shortly before the little tike was born.

Frankie was born three weeks premature, but he and his mother were healthy following the birth, and he has now grown into a bouncing, happy, and healthy one-year-old who is adored by his family and his grandmother’s fans worldwide.

I Found a Strange Ornament on Our Christmas Tree – Then My FIL Smirked, ‘Now You Know the Truth’

When Eden decided to surprise her husband by decorating the Christmas tree, she uncovered a mysterious heart-shaped ornament bearing a strange detail. Her father-in-law’s sly grin deepened the chill as he uttered: “Now you know the truth, don’t you?”

It started earlier that evening. My husband Liam was working late and he had hung a few ornaments on the tree before darting out the door, promising to finish later.

“Just the usual holiday chaos with my friends,” he’d mumbled with a quick kiss on my forehead, leaving me surrounded with boxes of glittering decorations.

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A man walking away | Source: Midjourney

I decided to surprise him by finishing the tree myself. As I pulled out each ornament, memories spilled out like water from a cracked vase.

The star Liam and I bought the first year we were married. The garland I’d convinced him was perfect even though he teased that it looked like tinsel vomit. Just as I was about to hang the garland, I found something strange on our tree.

A small, shiny, heart-shaped ornament. Glittering symbols shimmered in the soft glow of the fairy lights. But what froze me were the initials scrawled across the front in a delicate flourish: L+N.

My stomach dropped.

I knew every ornament we owned. But this wasn’t one of them.

A heart-shaped ornament hung on a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

A heart-shaped ornament hung on a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

“If ‘L’ stands for Liam… what does ‘N’ stand for?” I whispered, my fingers tightening around the ornament. My mind raced, piecing together every late-night phone call and every text Liam had hidden under a casual tilt of his screen.

The sound of footsteps made me turn. My father-in-law, Richard, lingered in the doorway, his eyes sharp and amused. He’d been staying with us for weeks. He’s a bit… complicated and had grown increasingly smug and aloof lately.

His gaze flickered to the ornament, and his mouth curled into a smirk. “Ah,” he said, stepping closer. “So you’ve found it at last.”

“Found what?” My voice cracked, though I tried to keep it steady.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

Richard crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. “Now you know the truth, don’t you?”

“What truth?”

He chuckled softly, his eyes glinting. “Let’s just say she wanted you to see it. In your house. Where you live.”

“She?” My heart hammered.

He didn’t answer immediately, savoring the tension. “Ask Liam,” he said, shrugging. “Or don’t. Sometimes it’s better to walk away before you dig too deep.”

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A senior man looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

My breath hitched. “Who IS she?”

He just gave me this smug grin and said, “Ah, c’mon, Eden. Don’t act dumb. SHE wanted it here. In this house. Where YOU live.”

“Who? Be clear.”

“NANCY!” he said with deliberate ease.

“Nancy?” I repeated, my voice a fragile whisper. “I need to know everything. Right now.”

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A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

“Some secrets are like poison, sweetheart. Once you taste them, they change everything.”

“Stop talking in riddles!” I shouted.

Richard’s smirk deepened, and before I could ask anything else, he walked to the hall closet, yanked out a suitcase, and began stuffing my clothes inside.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you,” he said, not looking up. “You deserve better than this. Better than someone who’d betray you.”

I stood there frozen, gripping the ornament like a lifeline as Richard tossed my jeans and sweaters into the suitcase with almost gleeful precision.

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Clothes in a suitcase | Source: Pexels

“Stop it!” I snapped, yanking the bag from his hands. “You don’t get to—”

He looked up, his eyes suddenly weary. “Liam never told you about his past, did he? Some people are experts at creating the perfect illusion.”

“What does that mean?” I demanded, the ornament still clutched in my trembling hand. “Speak plainly!”

“Some truths,” Richard said, “are better discovered than explained.”

Just as I was about to dig deeper, the sound of the front door creaked open, making us both freeze. Liam was home.

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A man opening a door | Source: Midjourney

“Eden?” his voice called from the doorway, his footsteps growing louder. He appeared in the living room seconds later, his expression flipping from confusion to alarm as he took in the half-packed suitcase and my tear-streaked face.

“What’s going on?” His gaze darted to Richard.

I shoved the ornament toward him. “Tell me what THIS is.”

Liam frowned, taking it from my hands.

“It was on the tree,” I said, my voice trembling. “Your dad said it belonged to someone named Nancy. He said she wanted it here. In OUR house.” I pointed at Richard. “And now he’s packing my things and telling me to leave.”

A woman holding a Christmas ornament | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a Christmas ornament | Source: Midjourney

Liam’s face darkened as he turned to his father. “What did you do?”

Richard faltered. “I just thought she deserved the truth! You’ve been sneaking around—”

“I wasn’t sneaking,” Liam snapped.

“Then explain this!” I shouted, cutting him off. “Who’s Nancy?!”

Liam exhaled, his jaw tightening. “She’s… she’s not what you think.”

“Then tell me what to think!”

“Nancy’s a little girl,” Liam revealed. “She’s eight years old. I met her at the shelter.”

“WHAT?” I blinked, trying to process his words.

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A frustrated man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

“I’ve been volunteering there,” he continued, his voice softening. “Helping with the kids. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me? How would this hurt me?”

Liam hesitated. “Because… because I know how much you wanted kids. And we can’t.” His voice cracked on the last word. “I didn’t want to make it worse.”

The room spun. “So you’ve been going behind my back to… to—”

“To feel like I could still do something good,” he said quickly.

When Liam said, “Nancy made this for me,” I couldn’t hold back anymore.

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An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

“You’ve been keeping this secret, volunteering at a shelter, connecting with a child, and you didn’t think I deserved to know?”

“Eden, please,” Liam pleaded, his hands reaching out. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Then tell me exactly what it was like!” I screamed, my composure shattering. “How long have you been hiding this? How many times have you looked me in the eye and said nothing?”

Richard shifted uncomfortably, watching our exchange with a mix of guilt and anxiety.

An anxious senior man | Source: Midjourney

An anxious senior man | Source: Midjourney

“I was protecting you,” Liam whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “Protecting us.”

“Protecting me?” I laughed. “From what? From hope? From the possibility of something beautiful?”

The silence stretched, heavy and raw.

“She made this for me,” Liam broke the silence, holding up the ornament. “She said I made her feel safe. She even asked me to adopt her. I just didn’t know how to bring it up to you.”

A little girl making a glittery Christmas ornament | Source: Midjourney

A little girl making a glittery Christmas ornament | Source: Midjourney

Richard’s laugh cut through the moment like a blade. “Oh, come on. Do you seriously believe this tale?”

Liam turned on him, his fists clenched. “You knew, didn’t you? You overheard me on the phone, and you twisted it to suit your sick agenda.”

“Agenda?” Richard sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “You mean exposing you for the liar you are? Someone had to do it. She deserves to know who she’s married to.”

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A senior man yelling at someone | Source: Midjourney

“Liar?” I snapped, my voice trembling with rage. “The only liar here is you, Richard. You knew the truth, and you used it to try to break us apart. What kind of person does that to his own son?”

Richard’s expression hardened, his lips curling into a bitter sneer. “The kind of person who sees through the fairy tale you two think you’re living. Your perfect little life isn’t so perfect, is it?”

Liam took a step forward, his voice low and menacing. “You’ve always been a bitter old man, but this… this is low, even for you. You’re pathetic.”

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An annoyed man | Source: Midjourney

Richard jabbed a finger in Liam’s direction. “Oh, don’t you dare talk to me like that! Her mother and I could’ve had a future if it weren’t for you and Eden tying yourselves together. Eden’s mother and I—”

“What are you even talking about?” I asked, my voice rising in disbelief. “Do you even hear yourself? You’re blaming your son and me for something that never existed in the first place?”

It all came spilling out then, the words dripping with years of resentment. Richard had been in love with my mother since high school. He spoke about her like she was some prize he had been cheated out of, his bitterness twisting each word into something almost unrecognizable.

When I married Liam, any hope he had of rekindling that old, unspoken dream vanished.

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Grayscale shot of a newlywed couple | Source: Unsplash

Liam’s jaw tightened as he shook his head. “You really think that justifies what you’ve done? You tried to destroy my marriage because of some twisted fantasy? You don’t deserve her, and you sure as hell don’t deserve to be part of my family.”

“You’re pathetic,” I said, tears burning my eyes as I took a step closer. “I can’t even believe I let you stay in our home. You’ll never get to hurt us again.”

Liam’s voice was cold and final, his eyes locked on Richard. “Get out, Dad. And don’t come back.”

Richard looked between us, his face a storm of anger and humiliation. But he said nothing. He just grabbed his suitcase and dragged it out the door. He left that night, taking his bitterness with him and leaving us to pick up the pieces of his cruelty.

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An upset senior man | Source: Midjourney

The days that followed were a blur of raw conversations and quiet rebuilding. Liam and I talked late into the night, untangling the knots of mistrust Richard had planted.

When we finally felt ready, we reached out to the shelter. Liam introduced me to Nancy, and my heart softened the moment I saw her. She was small for her age, with bright eyes and a warm smile that broke my heart in the best way.

“She’s been through a lot,” Liam murmured as Nancy shyly handed me a picture she’d drawn of the three of us. “But she’s still so hopeful.”

And just like that, I knew I had to follow my heart. We filed the paperwork to adopt her a month later. And soon, Nancy walked into our lives like a little miracle.

A cheerful little girl holding a unicorn plushie | Source: Midjourney

A cheerful little girl holding a unicorn plushie | Source: Midjourney

As I sat by the softly glowing Christmas tree, my eyes kept drifting to a new ornament nestled among the branches. It was small, glittery, and shaped like a heart. My fingers brushed against it more times than I could count, tracing the initials “L+N+E” in sparkly gold.

Liam. Nancy. Eden.

It wasn’t just an ornament… it was a reminder. Of the battles we’d faced. Of the lies that had tried to tear us apart. And of the love that had stitched us back together, stronger than I ever thought possible.

Love hadn’t been perfect, but that year, it was ours. And no one could take it away.

A cute glittery Christmas ornament on a tree | Source: Midjourney

A cute glittery Christmas ornament on a tree | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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