Donny Osmond flooded with support as he shares huge family update

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Donny Osmond Overjoyed as He Welcomes 16th Grandchild and Shares Rare Family Glimpse

At 66, former teen idol and legendary entertainer Donny Osmond has once again warmed hearts—this time, not through his music, but through a deeply personal family milestone. Taking to Instagram, Donny proudly revealed the arrival of his 16th grandchild, delighting fans with a rare and heartfelt look into his ever-growing family.

In a series of touching photos, Donny shared the joyous occasion, beginning with a sleek promotional image of himself emblazoned with the words: “Told them I had a big family.” The carousel continued with a tender snapshot of Donny and his wife of 47 years, Debbie, sitting close on a couch, captioned: “Oh so you guys have a couple of kids.” The final photo—arguably the most heart-melting—showed the couple beaming while holding a grandchild, surrounded by their children and other grandkids. Across the image, the words “Holy airball” were playfully written, as Donny proudly captioned it: “16 grandchildren and counting.”

Fans flooded the post with love and admiration. “Beautiful family, it’s good to see you enjoying them,” one follower wrote. Another added, “Wow, amazing family. That’s quite an achievement—thank you for sharing!” Longtime fans chimed in with sentiments like, “I’ve followed you since high school. It’s heartwarming to see your happiness with Debbie and your grandkids. What a blessed life!”

Donny and Debbie, who married in 1978, have raised five sons—Don Jr., Jeremy, Brandon, Chris, and Joshua—each carving out successful paths in their own right. From marketing and design to music and missionary work, the Osmond legacy continues in many forms.

Through these intimate family moments, Donny Osmond reminds us that beyond the spotlight, love, family, and gratitude remain his greatest hits.

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