I waited until the temperature was below 70degrees, the leaves started turning, the apples ready for picking, and my sweatshirt is required at night. Finally, we meet once again, my 16 ounces of liquid goodness. Pumpkin spice latte, I love you. I'm so glad you are back. I'm sorry I cannot have you more often but my husband believes International Delight is more financially savy than you. It's hard to argue, but please know my heart always belongs to you.