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.

A man took me to Paris for our first date, but I blocked him immediately after he paid the bill

One moment, she’s sipping champagne in Paris, the next, she’s fleeing for her life. Rachel’s fairytale date in the City of Love spirals into a nightmare when she discovers her dreamy boyfriend’s sinister past. Can she escape before she’s next?

Do you believe in love at first sight? I know, I know… it’s a bit cliché, but I couldn’t help but wonder. I’m Rachel, a 30-year-old woman living her American dream in downtown Chicago. My life was simple—wake up, go to work, grab a coffee from the local shop, and occasionally indulge in a good book. That was until Robert walked into my life…

I met him at a charming little bookstore I frequented. We both reached for the same copy of “Pride and Prejudice”—classic, right? Our eyes met, and we both laughed.

“Well, this is quite the meet-cute,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “I’m Robert.”

“Rachel,” I replied, feeling a flutter in my stomach. “Are you a Jane Austen fan?”

“Guilty as charged,” he chuckled. “Though I must admit, Darcy Burke sets a rather high bar for us mere mortals.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said, surprising myself with my boldness as I picked a book from the shelf. “I think there’s something to be said for modern-day charm.”

We chatted for nearly an hour, discovering shared interests and laughing at each other’s jokes. As we were about to part ways, Robert hesitated.

“I know this might seem forward,” he said, “but would you like to grab a coffee sometime? I know a great little place around the corner.”

I felt my heart skip a beat. “I’d love to,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

From that moment, things just clicked. We exchanged numbers, and before I knew it, we were texting every day.

“Hey, Rachel, ever been to Paris?” Robert asked one evening after weeks of chatting.

“Only in my dreams,” I replied, chuckling. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking,” he said, his voice filled with excitement. “We’ve been talking for weeks, and I feel like I’ve known you forever. But we haven’t actually been on a proper date yet.”

“That’s true,” I said, my curiosity piqued. “What did you have in mind?”

“How about making that dream a reality? Come with me. Let’s have our first date in Paris.”

I was stunned. “Paris? For a first date? Are you serious?”

“Absolutely,” Robert replied. “Life’s too short for ordinary, don’t you think? We could spend a weekend there, see the sights, eat amazing food. What do you say?”

I hesitated, my mind racing. “That sounds incredible, but… isn’t it a bit much for a first date? We barely know each other.”

“I understand your hesitation,” Robert said softly. “But think about it… we’ve been talking every day for weeks. We know each other better than most people do on a first date. It’s just a chance to get to know each other better in a magical setting.”

His words were persuasive, and the allure of an adventure was too strong to resist. “You know what? You’re right. Let’s do it!”

“Really?” Robert sounded elated as he kissed my hand. “You won’t regret this, Rachel. It’ll be amazing, I promise.”

Soon, the day of our departure arrived. When I met Robert at the airport, he greeted me with the most stunning bouquet of red roses I’d ever seen. It felt surreal. He looked genuinely happy, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Ready for an adventure to remember?” he asked, smiling.

“As ready as I’ll ever be!” I chuckled. “I still can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Neither can I,” Robert admitted. “But I’m so glad we are. You look beautiful, by the way.”

I felt myself blush. “Thank you. You look great, too!”

The flight was smooth, and before I knew it, we were in Paris.

Robert called a taxi, and we went straight to this swanky restaurant. The place was fancy, with chandeliers and a pianist playing softly in the corner.

“This place is incredible,” I said, looking around in awe. “How did you find it?”

Robert smiled mysteriously. “I have my ways. I wanted our first date to be unforgettable.”

Hours melted away as we talked, champagne bubbles tickling our noses. We savored an exquisite meal, our laughter echoing between bites as we shared stories. For a moment, it felt like a fairytale.

When the bill came, Robert insisted on paying. “It’ll make me happy if you let me,” he said, his eyes earnest.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “It must be expensive.”

“Absolutely,” he replied as he paid the bill. “Tonight is my treat. You can get the next one,” he added with a wink.

“Alright, thank you,” I said, excusing myself to the restroom.

In the restroom, I was fixing my makeup when a woman approached me. She looked serious, almost scared.

“You need to leave, now,” she said, her voice low and urgent.

“What? Why?” I asked, confused. “Who are you?”

“My name is Cindy,” she replied, glancing nervously at the door. “I’m a detective from the States. Robert isn’t who he seems.”

“What are you talking about?” I demanded, feeling a pang of fear and disbelief.

“I’ve been tracking him,” Cindy continued. “He’s brought at least eight women to this restaurant in the past six months. Some went missing, others lost their jobs and disappeared. You could be next.”

My heart pounded. “This is crazy. How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“I know this is hard to believe, but you need to trust me on this. Block his number and leave,” she desperately added, frowning.

I felt a wave of fear and disbelief. “But he’s been so kind… and genuine. Are you sure you have the right person?”

“I’m positive,” Cindy insisted. “Men like Robert are experts at appearing charming. It’s how they lure their victims. Please, for your own safety, you need to go.”

Without saying another word, I nodded, blocked Robert’s number on my phone, and rushed back to the table. Robert looked up, puzzled.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I said, my voice trembling.

“Go?? Rachel, what’s going on?” he asked, standing up. “You look pale. Are you feeling alright?”

“I can’t explain. Don’t try to find me,” I said, turning and heading for the door.

“Rachel, wait!” Robert called after me. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something?”

I got into a taxi and told the driver to take me to the airport. Sitting in the back seat, I finally began to calm down. Cindy’s words echoed in my mind. Was Robert really dangerous?

When I arrived at the airport, my stomach dropped. Robert was there, waiting for me.

“Please, Rachel, talk to me,” he said, approaching me cautiously. “What did I do wrong?”

“This trip was a mistake. Just leave me alone,” I said, trying to stay calm.

“It’s all because of her, isn’t it?” he asked, his face etched with anger and sadness.

“Who?” I was genuinely confused.

“A woman around thirty, blonde hair, flower tattoo on her right arm? Name’s Cindy.”

“Yes, she said she’s a detective. Is that true?” I gasped.

Robert’s face fell. “She’s not a detective,” he confessed. “She’s my ex-girlfriend. She’s been obsessed with me… stalking me for two years, ruining my relationships. I didn’t tell you because I thought it was over. I’m so sorry.”

I didn’t know what to believe. “You should have told me about her. Now I’m scared and can’t trust you.”

“I understand,” Robert said softly. “I made a mistake by not being honest with you. I was afraid that if I told you about Cindy, you’d think I was damaged goods or something. I really like you, Rachel, and I didn’t want to scare you away.”

“But now I’m more scared than ever,” I replied, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” Robert said, reaching out but stopping short of touching me. “Please, let me help you get back to the States. You can take the ticket I bought. I’ll stay here and come back tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, still wary.

“Absolutely,” he nodded. “Your safety and comfort are what matter most to me right now. I hope that one day, when you’re back home and feeling safe, you’ll give me a chance to explain everything properly.”

On the flight home, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened. Who was telling the truth?

Once I was back in Chicago, I decided to find out more about Robert and Cindy.

I contacted a private detective. Over the next few days, I found some of the women Robert had dated. They were alive and well but confirmed that Cindy had harassed them, forcing them to quit their jobs and disappear from Robert’s life.

This supported Robert’s story, but I still had doubts.

One evening, my phone rang. It was an unknown number.

“Hello?” I nervously answered.

“It’s Cindy. Robert is dangerous. I’m just trying to protect you,” a woman spoke.

“Cindy? How did you get my number?” I asked, my heart racing.

“That’s not important,” she replied urgently. “What matters is that you understand the danger you’re in.”

I listened as she detailed Robert’s supposed manipulations and sent me a file of disturbing information about his past.

“But why should I believe you?” I asked. “The other women I spoke to said you were the one harassing them.”

“They’re afraid of him,” Cindy insisted. “Robert has a way of making people believe whatever he wants them to. Please, you have to trust me.”

Unsure of who to believe, I agreed to meet Cindy at a café. She seemed sincere and provided more evidence against Robert.

But a shiver ran down my spine as I listened. Despite her convincing story, a shadow of doubt lingered. My gut told me Robert held the missing piece.

I decided to confront him.

He looked genuinely distressed and denied everything, showing me a restraining order he had against Cindy.

“Rachel, I know this whole situation is confusing and scary,” Robert said. “But I swear to you, I’ve never hurt anyone. Cindy is the one who’s been causing all this trouble. I should have told you about her from the beginning, and I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“But why would she go to such lengths?” I asked, still uncertain.

“She… she has some mental health issues,” Robert explained hesitantly. “When we broke up, she couldn’t accept it. She became obsessed with the idea that I was some kind of predator. I’ve tried to get her help, but she refused.”

As I reflected on the situation, it became clear that Robert and Cindy each held their own perspective on the truth. The actual reality, I suspected, lay somewhere in the middle of their conflicting narratives.

Recognizing the potential danger to my well-being, I decided to cut ties with both of them.

During our last exchange, I mustered up the courage to tell Robert, “I’m afraid I can’t continue being a part of this, Robert. The situation has become far too intricate and perplexing for me to handle.”

With those words, Robert and I went our separate ways.

This whirlwind experience served as a powerful lesson in the importance of trusting my gut instincts and exercising caution when allowing new people into my life.

While the dream trip to Paris had been thrilling, it also served as a sobering reminder that appearances can be deceiving. I learned that sometimes, the wisest course of action to protect yourself is to walk away from trouble.

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