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 Burned My Face in a Fire and My Husband Dumped Me, Years Later, I Accidentally Ran into Him And He Was Shocked
The house we rented had an old, unreliable furnace. I had mentioned to my husband, Evan, several times that we should have it checked, but he always brushed me off. That was typical of Evan—he always assumed he knew better, especially as he studied to become a doctor. My concerns were dismissed as if they were trivial.
That night, eight years ago, I lit a few candles to add warmth to our home. The power had been flickering, and I wanted to create a cozy atmosphere. I was lost in a book, holding a mug of tea, feeling content despite the wind rattling the windows. But then, I smelled something burning.
I looked up and saw it—the fire. It had started from the faulty furnace and was spreading fast, climbing the walls like a living thing. In my panic, I knocked over the candles, which only fueled the flames. Within moments, the entire living room was ablaze.
I ran to grab the fire extinguisher, but it was too late. The fire had consumed everything in its path. I screamed for Evan, who was upstairs studying. He rushed down, and for the first time, I saw real fear in his eyes.
“Get out!” he shouted, but I was frozen in place, struggling to operate the extinguisher. Before I knew it, a beam from the ceiling crashed down, pinning me to the floor. The heat was unbearable, and my skin blistered from the flames.
Evan pulled me out just in time, dragging me across the floor and out into the yard. I was in shock, barely able to comprehend what had just happened. The sound of sirens echoed in the distance, but all I could focus on was the excruciating pain that tore through my body.
I was rushed to the hospital, where I spent days in a haze of surgeries and painkillers. When I finally woke up, I was wrapped in bandages, my face and body covered. Evan sat by my bedside, pale and trembling as he held my hand.
But when the doctors removed my bandages, his reaction said it all. His eyes filled with horror as he struggled to find the words. “I… I don’t know how to…” he stammered. I wanted to reassure him, to tell him it would be okay, but I didn’t have the strength.
I could feel the distance growing between us, like a chasm neither of us could cross. When I was discharged, Evan hired a nurse to care for me while the house was being repaired. He kept his distance, and although I hoped we could rebuild our life together, I didn’t expect what came next.
The very next morning, Evan packed his bags and left. He didn’t even have the decency to say it to my face—he sent me a cold, heartless message that read, “I can’t be with someone like this.”
Evan, the man I had loved and trusted, couldn’t handle the way I looked. I was devastated, crushed by his betrayal. I thought his rejection would break me, but instead, it became the catalyst for my transformation.
For weeks, I focused on my recovery. I endured countless surgeries and therapy sessions, working to heal both the physical and emotional wounds. The doctors did their best, but I knew I would never look the same again. When I finally looked in the mirror, the woman staring back was a stranger.
Re-entering the world, I braced myself for the looks of pity and disgust from others. It was a daily battle to rebuild my confidence and sense of self. But that’s when I met Jim.
Jim was different from Evan in every way. He was kind, steady, and sincere. We met at a support group for burn survivors, and although I was hesitant at first, we quickly formed a connection. As a doctor, Jim had worked with trauma patients, and he never flinched when he saw my scars. Instead, he saw me.
With Jim’s support, I underwent additional surgeries, but this time it wasn’t about trying to look like my old self—it was about feeling comfortable in my own skin again. Jim loved me for who I was, and he made sure I knew it every day. Slowly but surely, I began to see the beauty in myself once again.
Eventually, Jim and I fell in love, and we got married. I had found happiness again—something I never thought possible after the fire.
Fast forward to last Saturday, Jim and I were celebrating his promotion at a fancy restaurant with his colleagues. Everything was going perfectly until I saw him… Evan. He was standing across the room, chatting with one of Jim’s coworkers. I felt a wave of shock wash over me. For a moment, I was transported back to that painful time in my life.
Evan walked over to congratulate Jim, and when he glanced at me, he gave me a flirtatious smile. “You’re lucky,” he said to Jim. “You’ve got a beautiful wife.”
I smiled back, but my heart was racing. Evan didn’t recognize me.
Later that evening, I was set to give a speech in honor of Jim. As I stood there with the microphone in hand, I looked at Evan, who was completely unaware of who I was. I decided to seize the moment.
I spoke about my journey—from the fire to my recovery—and how I had been abandoned by my ex-husband when I needed him the most. I glanced at Evan as I spoke, and I watched as the realization hit him. His face turned pale as he connected the dots.
Without naming names, I had told the whole room about Evan’s betrayal. He left in a hurry, clearly shaken by my story. Jim, who hadn’t known about my past with Evan, was furious when I told him later that night. But I stopped him from confronting Evan.
“It’s not worth it,” I said. “He’s already living with the consequences of his choices.”
A few months later, Jim noticed that Evan had been underperforming at work. His poor attitude and lack of compassion had caught up with him, and he was eventually let go. It was poetic justice, seeing Evan face the repercussions of his own actions.
In the end, I realized that everything I went through led me to where I was meant to be. I had found a love that was true and built a life I was proud of. The scars that once brought me pain had become a symbol of my strength.
Life has a way of bringing things full circle, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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