Welcome, Tray. Congrads on the coming nuptuals.
My last marriage (3rd and divorced) the ceremony was performed by a Episcapaleian (sp) priest who my husband knew well. Great guy. Married 30+ years and sober 12 years (AA'er here). Good credentials for the pre-marriage counseling and ceremony.
We got married in our backyard which looked like a park with Rhodies and Maples. Set up a temporary white rented Gazebo, had a red runner aisle, and 50 rented white folding chairs. It was perfekt!
I invited my parents up (180 miles) and told them, in the invitation, that I was reserving and paying for a room for them, and would pay for airfare and rental car if they didn't want to drive.
A week before the wedding I finally called them, got my mom, and asked what they were going to do because I had arrangements to make for them.
"..Oh, well, I just haven't gotten around to calling you. We're not going to make it. Your father doesn't feel like driving."
I re-explained the offer and that I wanted to honour them as my parents at my wedding. "Oh, no. We won't be coming up."
How rude! I havent spoken to them since. They're now in their late 80's and I suppose I should drop in on them. Eh, whatever.
Remember, you can choose your spouse, but you cannot choose your inlaws, or family.
(You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you cannot pick your friend's nose!)
Good luck...
Brenda