The Shamrock Plant

So I have this shamrock plant that my mother gave me a while ago -- back when everything was "normal" in my life.  Back when I thought I was on really good terms with everyone in my family.....
Anyway, at first the plant seemed to thrive -- it had blooms and was full and green with all its little white flowers.  Then it started to die off.  It no longer bloomed, I tried moving it to different locations, I trimmed off the dead, I watered it and so on and so on.  It seemed quite hopeless.  There were a few straggling green sprouts, but clearly the poor thing was struggling -- much like me, I guess.
Anyway, when I moved into the cottage one of the things I was excited about were the deep windowsills.  There is plenty of room on my windowsills for plants, pictures, cushins to make window seats, etc....  I found  window in the living room and put the poor struggling shamrock plant on the windowsill -- watered it and thought we'd give it one last try.
I noticed just yesterday that the shamrock is filling out with lots of new green sprouts.  I'm thinking it may even decide to bloom again soon.  I am starting to think I am a bit like the shamrock plant.  I am feeling quite cozy and content in my new cottage.  Not only did I "make it through" Emme being away for a week, but I actually enjoyed my own company and was quite content with my alone time.  I love our new place and I am even starting to embrace our new life.  There are still days that I struggle, and I am sure that will always be the case because you cannot go through loss without the pain lingering for as long as it decides to linger, but I am okay.  The shamrock plant and I are going to be just fine.  We are going to sprout new growth and, someday, we will both bloom again.