Blessings, blessings

I love painted toe nails. I used to love my feet. I thought they were the best part of me. Now my big toes point a little the wrong way and I have this annoying bump that gets in the way of my favorite shoes and my heels need constant scraping. It sure is easy to see all those imperfections as a constant reminder that I'm not very perfect, even my once thought (probably only by me), beautiful feet... but...Man, I sure am blessed that I can stand and walk and run, at times, and still bend over enough to paint my toe nails.
I don't know anyone more blessed than me. I am not sure why I of all people on this planet should hold the record for the most blessings. I feel kind of sorry for the rest of the population. But I am humbly grateful beyond words.
Besides the obvious, painted toenails, my family tops the list closely followed by the faith I love and cherish. Well I suppose they are really a tie, top of my list together. I don't think I could love my family quite as much as I do without the gospel to give me clarity and perspective. I owe it all to my Heavenly Father and His son, Jesus Christ. They are the gospel and the root of my faith. I don't want to sound too churchy but when I start to count my blessings, each little thing and each big thing, I always end up back here...the Father and the Son. It is truly where all my blessings begin and where all my gratitude returns.
Will I be able to have painted toenails in Heaven? Maybe I'll just settle for big toes that point the right way. Blessings, blessings...Thank heaven!