So. When we got to Zanzibar in Tanzania we finally did it.
Paul and I met in Glasgow in 1993.
We grew up together.
We travelled together.
Paul stuck by me when the worst happened. He sat by my bed when I was in a coma. He became the carer and in time, we slowly changed our relationship to become more balanced. He financially supports me.
On 19th December 2009, on a beach, asking random strangers to be our witnesses, we got married.
The best day of my life. Although saying that, maybe giving birth to his son wins that prize...