...the wedding, that is.

And here is the toast written and presented by the father of the bride (thanks for letting me post this, Chris):

We hereby propose a feudal attempt to capture the middle ages.
Not unlike this mead, love has been brewing, as Katrina Anne has been grooming squire Dan for joust this moment in time.
Together they will cross the drawbridge to their middle ages, and on to their days of old.
Please join me in a medieval toast to Squire Dan and Lady Anne.
May they grow together whatever my happen.
May their honeymoon be filled with knights in amour.
May hartsong fill their castle however re-moat, and warm their hearth.