Book on autism and some thoughts

I am reading an incredible book on autism called Making Peace with Autism: One Family's Story of Struggle, Discovery, and Unexpected Gifts, by Susan Senator. It is amazing how I can read someone else's journey with autism and think that I am reading my own words. Honestly, the feelings are exactly the same--I just can't seem to get them out as well as others. :O) I think I will try to make a list of helpful books that I have read and post them here so that you might be able to understand autism a bit more.
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One Sunday a couple of weeks ago, a young family in our church was brought before the congregation for prayer. The hubby used to be the children's minister and now found himself being called by God to missions. He and his wife came forward with their little boy, Daniel, who is about Jaden's age. I got to know Daniel pretty well on Wednesday nights while we helped in the nursery. He was smart and sassy. Just as a two year old should be ;O) Anyway, while standing up with his family, he began to talk a bit. He asked for the mike, and he whispered things in his Dad's ear. His parents tried to get on to him but he liked being the center of attention. He wanted to talk! I began to cry. I wondered if Daniel's parents knew how precious it is to hear his voice. If they knew that autism could have stolen that voice, if not for the grace and mercy of God. I wondered if they ever thought about how likely it was that Daniel could have been autistic? Or deaf? Or not so bright? I asked God, "Why do we not know these things until they happen to us?--Why can't we know?" I was tempted to feel jealous. I want to hear Jaden talk to me the way Daniel talks to his Mama. I want her to look at me when I call her. I want her to understand, so I can teach her God's ways. I want her to be able to tell others about how sweet Jesus is. And I want other parents to understand the complete miracle they get when their child comes to them almost perfect. That's all. Am I asking too much? ;O) My older children frequently tell me I ask too much of them. Smile.